True til Proven False

Chapter 1 - Paint and Tins

    A blur of black, and red filled the halls; as kids of all types chirped amongst each other. With large red circles painted around their eyes, and on their fingers; with black splattered as they pleased it seemed like some demonic ceremony was about to begin. The few without any paint seemed to stay towards the walls avoiding contact with the others.

“I hate spirit day." A girl told another, who turned to give her a look of dismay; it wasn't very surprising to hear such negative words from her. She seemed to always be in a sour mood unless there was food.

“You've got to be kidding me Mable; OK fine please inform me of something you don't hate. Since ya' know, you hate everything." The painted girl commented, her dark brown eyes a contrast to the crimson paint.

“Food." Mable replied bluntly, “Food doesn't lie, or make noise; besides it's delicious." She added looking at her friend with a glimmer in her eyes.

“It amazes me that you aren't fat." She huffed giving Mable a playful shove, leaving a large red, and black hand print on her arm.

“The hell Lu! I told you I didn't want all this paint on me!" Mable scolded shoving Lu back, causing her to bump into one of the large football jocks. Who looked down at Lu with distaste,"Who are you?" He asked looking down his noise, Lu just shook her head; stepping back by Mable ignoring his question.

She stayed quiet until they walked by a bathroom, pulling Mable in she gave her the scariest glare she could muster. Mabel just stood expectantly waiting for the tongue lashing she was going to get.

“What is wrong with you?" Lu hissed like a snake with venom dripping from it's fangs, her eyes narrowed threateningly. “You shoved me into Cramer, Josh Cramer. Ya' know football starter, scored nearly half of all the points this season? Mabel!" She shouted noticing her friend was idling staring into the mirror playing with her hair. Before squeaking in surprise and turning to her friend quickly,

“Lu!" She called back on cue like a small child. "Look I'm sorry Lu but I don't see the big deal here, you've been gushing over him for who knows how long, and now I give you a little push you bump into him; and it's a problem. You should be thanking me not getting mad." Mable apologized, though she quickly flipped the tables, and put some pressure on Lu.   “OK, so next you like a guy, if there ever is a time I will 'push' you with all my trust, and power right smack into him; and you can't say shit about it." She suggested mockingly raising a brow at the brunette. Who in turn stuck her tongue out, frowning,

“You are the best friend ever." Mable said sourly, blowing a raspberry at her.                                            “Very mature honors student." “Was that supposed to offend me?" Mable asked mockingly with a quirked brow. Lu only pouted leaning forward with a single black finger out, “I'm gonna touch you if you don't shut up right now Mable." She threatened waving her finger dangerously; Mable stepped back pulling a paper towel from the dispenser, and wetting it under the tap. She waved it at Lu, “I'll wipe this down the middle of your face if you even touch me with one of your nasty black fingers." She said menacingly wringing out some of the water.

Lu prepared to take a jab at her but, the bell rung, echoing in the bathroom. Without a word Lu put her finger down and Mable threw the paper towel in the garbage. 

“That was fun." Lu said with a giggle as they walked out of the bathroom, bumping Mable with her hip.

      “Hey Mable, are you at least coming to the the pep rally?" She asked her dark brown eyes, nearly black sparkled with her question. Mable only looked at the wall as they continued to walk down the hallway not answering. “Come on Mable! It's fun, what if there isn't another one this year?" She quietly wailed, it was never as much fun as it could be at the pep rallies with out her main man. She didn't have anyone else to talk to, so all she did was cheer, and she really, really wanted someone to talk with instead of sitting awkwardly waiting for the events to start.