Strings

Chapter Four

"Asia, come see me after class" he was gonna put her in with the third years.

The students snickered thinking her answers were so bad that he was gonna scold her.

Asia sighed, before smirking, thinking it was something positive.

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"Asia, I know it was only your first day, but all the answers are correct, even my most smartest first years have some trouble."

"Well yeah, I'm half African-American- moms side." She said shrugging. "It runs in my blood."

Mr. Mic gaped

"So that means you're fluent in English?"

She shrugged "yep."

"Than why didn't you take a different language?"

"Easy A?" Sh said shrugging

Mic deadpanned before going into his class bringing papers back with him, dropping them into her arms.

Asia raised an eyebrow.

"Fill these, and if you do well I'm gonna move you into English 3"

"Oh. Ok." She said walking away.

"DON'T USE THE INTERNET FOR ANSWERS." Mic shouted at her

"ENGLISH RUNS IN MY BLOOOD!" She shouted back.

He couldn't help but smile, before he walked back into class looking at her extra-credit answer.

What was your most favorite moment in life?

The day I brought my babies home.

He smiled softly at the answer. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to understand.

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It was time for art with Miss. Midnight!

"Ok class. Today we are gonna do a painting of something that represents you." She said hugging herself before she pulled a painting out.

It's a painting of spiked cuffs in a red and black ground. Asia's first thought was kinky.

" I enjoy the feeling of cuffs around my risks, sometimes even on my ankles." She said winking, leaving the purple- thing spluttering and blood coming out of his nose.

Again. Kinky.

"You can use any medium for this." She said ignoring grape-boy.

Asia isn't good at arts and crafts, but oddly enough she was amazing when it comes with drawing/ painting.

She was gonna do a drawing.... but of what?.

Something that represents you. What represents Asia?

She smiled, she knows exactly what she was gonna draw.
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Asia was gonna go after the explosive blonde, he went up and he did a painting, his painting was more-abstract, with blues and reds splattered across the canvas, it was oddly enough very intriguing.

"Die!" Was all he said before he sat down.

Ok, that's-thats, well that.

Asia went up with her canvas, she set it up, and the class gasped as they saw the drawing.

It was a drawing of two babies- obliviously twins, they were both sleeping soundly, holding each others hands, the left was lying on its side while the right was lying on its back, and they had such a peaceful look.

Asia stared at the drawing in accomplishment after seeing the faces of her classmates, her eyes soften at the picture, she remembered the day vividly- the day her kids were born.

~~~~~flashback~~~~~

Asia was in the hospital room at the age of 14.

"PUSH!" The doctor shouted to her.

"I'M PUSHING DAMN IT!" She said as she let out another groan, as more sweat trickled down her face.

She let out a scream, before another over took it- it was a baby-her baby.

"There's another!"

She had to pause. There's another- she was having twins!

"Push!" The doctor yelled, and she pushed.

"STOP!"

She stopped pushing, confused.

"The legs are coming out instead of the head, if you continue the cord will choke the infant."

Asia started crying. She was killing her baby, her baby!

"We have to do a C-Section!"

"Are you ok with the c-section?"

"I DONT CARE! SAVE MY BABY ASSHOLE!"

The doctor paused, before smirking "GET HER READY FOR THE C-SECTION!"

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It's been hours, and she was finally sewed up, and the doctor brought her babies, her twins.

She held them close, crying tears.

Asia was all alone. By herself. With parents that abandoned her the moment she said she was raped, probably not knowing they were grandparents, and the raper probably living his best life not knowing about his new-born kids.

She cried a little more with that thought. She really was all alone.

She looked at her children- her babies, and seeing them there sleeping soundly, she promised herself she would keep them safe, She will stay strong for them.

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She looked at the painting with teared up eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

"They-" she started "they are my world"

That's all she said, that's all that needs to be said.

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Asia was leaving class, before she was called out.

"WAIT!" Midnight called out

She stopped and turned around.

"The drawing- you can take it!" She said in a hurry forcing the paper into the hands of the other.

Asia raised a brow.

"Like you said- they are your world. So you must want to keep it- for memories sake." She said in a hurry.

Asia bowed her head as she took the drawing, smiling slightly "thanks" she said before she left.

Midnight watched her go, before tearing up a bit when she left, she pulled out her cellphone.

"Hey mom."

"I know I haven't called you in a while!"

"I-I just wanna say I love you so much."

"There's no reason, I just thought I haven't said it enough."

"Yeah. Yeah. Love you too."

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It was the end of the day and Asia was walking home, tired? Yes. Feeling accomplished? Even more so.

She got to the door and her hand stopped inches away from the door-why does it feel like I'm walking into my impending doom?

She shrugged it off before she opened the door.

Rick-neighbor- was off to the side staring off towards where the couch would be with her twins in his arms sound asleep.

"Rick? Why are-" Asia said as she walked into the living room where he stood.

Rick looked at her with alarmed eyes, and she could see why.

"Mother. Father."