As the autumn leaves fall from the dark branches of trees, Jamie watched them fall on the cold street. She was in Biology class, sitting near the window. Their professor wasn't there yet, giving her time to think about her secrets. Should she tell them? Or should she not? She doesn't know. Other than Winter, Autumn was her favorite season. She loves the beauty of the leaves as they fall down from the trees, revealing its dark wood. Her eyes followed an autumn leaf fall to the ground. Her hand snaked on her pencil. She started drawing lines. The noise around her became a blur as she focused on the drawing. She doesn't care if someone starts a riot. She just continued to draw freely. While the others are having fun chatting to each other, she just stayed on her seat drawing an autumn leaf on a cold ground. Like a colorful and lively creature surrounded by a dark and cold atmosphere.
Agatha was talking the Samantha at the moment, she was asking her about the details of the incoming ball. Being the only one in her group of friends to actually care about the ball, she needs all the info she needs. She's already planning in her head what the dresses and tuxes will look like. She looked beside her to see Jamie sketching an autumn leaf. It was normal for her to see her friend like that. Zoning out and drawing as if nobody was around. Jamie's somewhat a peculiar person to her. The way Jamie acts is like her life is full of shenanigans. Her eyes always has a glint of mischief in it. Her smile. Oh be wary of her smile, because every time she smile, it's always like she's planning something. Jamie might seem and act like a person with a cold shoulder but deep inside there's the warmness of her heart. And deep inside that mischievous glint is a desolated soul. Agatha turned her attention back to the blonde girl sitting in front of her.
Daniel opened his textbook on the page of their topic for the week. He looked to the right to look at the harmonized falling of the autumn leaves. He remembered when he was just a little boy. Playing under an autumn tree with Jamie. They would dive in the pile of leaves all day. She would pick up leaves and place them around his head to make a make-shift crown. They would lie down under the tree and watch the leaves fall. It was a very nostalgic view. He turned his attention to the Italian in front of him. She was sketching. He peeked over and saw an autumn leaf being drawn. She was always that artistic for him. Memories of her started flooding back to him. Goodness, he even remembers the time he had a crush on her. It was her mischievous atmosphere that made him like her as a friend. She always smiles even in the darkest of times. Hoping that she'll make her friends smile. And her curious little mind. That always brings out the child in her. Being curious about a lot of things. Some say that Curiosity killed the cat, but this cat has claws sharp enough to defeat it. He smiled and looked back at his book.
Erin felt extremely awkward, having to seat next to Daniel. No words was exchanged between them. As Daniel opened his textbook, he felt obliged to open his too. He read the text but then he zoned off. He just stared at the book without actually reading it. He couldn't concentrate with all the things that's going through his mind. He's mind was cloudy. He couldn't figure out what he should do and what he needs to do. He looked beside him and saw Daniel peering over Jamie's shoulder. So he peered over too and saw her sketching an autumn leaf. She might be short but she has a very tall tower of braveness. That's the thing Erin always thought of her. The day he first met her, he knew she'll be like a firecracker that blows up. And they're the fire. They're the ones that always cause her to blow. Either from happiness, sadness, anger or whatever emotion it was. He looked over to her opened bag. Curious little girl she is. He blinked a few times, just in case that he was imagining what he saw. But it was real.
Kyle was beside Samantha. He was looking at the window, pretending to be zoning off but he's actually listening to the conversation of a blonde and a redhead. He picked up words and names like: dance, Jamie, fancy, clueless, Kyle, Jamie and other more. He knows listening in a conversation is rude but he just couldn't help the feeling that they're talking about him. Especially that he heard his name. Has he gone too obvious? He hope not. Does Agatha know already? He hope not. For the secret that he's keeping might end his friendship with a certain someone. It's a risk that he'll take if he'll tell the others. He decided to look behind him. There he saw Jamie looking out in the window. It seems like she's thinking about something deep. He watched her as her eyes followed an autumn leaf fall. Her hand crawled up to her pencil and she then started to draw. He saw Daniel and Erin peek over her shoulder and Agatha looked at her with a smile. She seemed so focus on drawing. She stopped for a moment and stared at the drawing. Slowly, she bit the tip of the pencil, making Kyle chuckle.
Another boring class for Agatha came. Her eyes were getting droopy by a second. She was forcing her eyes to stay open. But she couldn't help it. Their Statistics teacher drawled on and on about charts and Agatha couldn't care less about it. As the teacher asked questions with the answers are yes or no. She either nods or shake her head. She takes down notes of the important things with her head going up and down. She couldn't sleep in class like this. She was in the front. She looked sideways checking if Jamie can see her getting sleepy and fortunately, she wasn't. Agatha knows that if Jamie catches her getting sleepy, she'll smirk at her. Then she's going to continue label her as 'Sleeping Beauty' for the rest of the day. She rested her chin on her hand in hopes of her head not falling down. Bad Idea. It only made her even more sleepy. She sat as straight as she could. She continued writing.
Kyle listened to the teacher as serious as he could. Alas, he could not. He was bored. He just stared at the White Board as their teacher talked about- he doesn't even care. The teacher just went on and on. It's like a carousel that never ends. In front of him was Agatha. He looked at her as her head started to go down. Then it jolted back up again. He smiled, entertained, at what was happening. She was getting sleepy. She's always like that. Getting sleepy in most classes. Agatha looked sideways, he followed her gaze and looks like she was checking Jamie. Jamie and Agatha has the strongest friendship he has ever seen. Agatha was the sun to her moon. The warm to her cold. The white to her black. The smile to her frown. Agatha always has that electric personality in her. Sometimes she might be lazy but she always has their backs. She's the one guiding them through the days. And she's one hell of a writer. She's got the wickedest- if that's even a word- poems in school. She's like the Jiminy Cricket of the group. Only more- reckless. He checked on her again. Her eyes were already closed.
Erin was at the back of the class. He might be apart from his friends but at least he has a good view of them. He looked at the one in a million friend of theirs. He smiled as he saw her getting droopy. Daniel, being beside her, started nudging her but to no avail, she still wasn't awake. He looked at Jamie and saw her laughing silently at the redhead. Agatha looked at Jamie and she quickly turned her attention back to their teacher, pretending she didn't see anything. Even Kyle was laughing now. Agatha was always the one getting called out in class for sleeping. But even with sleepy eyes, she has a very awake smile. Her smile brightens up their day. She's like ginger Snow White. Except to the facts that she wasn't the fairest in the land and she's not so kind to animals. Being the smallest in the group, they always use her as an arm rest. Except for Jamie since she was only 3 inches taller than her. And unlike Jamie she doesn't care if somebody calls her shorty. Just don't call her ugly. Funny thing is that Jamie doesn't care being called ugly. Agatha the supportive friend in the group. She encourage their decisions. He looked at her again to see Daniel face-palm.
Daniel listened to the teacher intently, learning the basic things about charts. He took down notes as fast as he can. He raised his hand to recite. He answered correctly when he was called. He looked down on his notes and smiled. It was still organized even though if he's rushing. He looked at Agatha beside him. Her eyes were getting droopy. He looked at her then to their teacher. He was surprised that she wasn't called out this time. It's funny to him that Agatha's this bored when it comes to lessons but every break, lunch and dismissal, she's always so lively. He'll be lying if he told someone that Agatha doesn't favor reading. Give her a fictional book filled with fantasy or adventure, she'll read it in no time. But then again, if you give her an academic book, she'll sleep on it. He nudged her in hopes that she'll stay awake. She nodded and mumbled 'yeah' every time he nudged her. She was writing notes. He peered over her hand to see scribbles. He rolled his eyes and looked back at their teacher for a few moments. When he looked back at his friend, she was already asleep.
Jamie rested her head on her hand. She was bored again. She was seating next to Andrea Berg, one of the most brilliant student in class. Her eyes were getting droopy. She almost fell asleep but then she remembered that if a subject was boring enough to make her sleepy, Agatha must be asleep right now. Jamie jolted up and looked at Agatha. Agatha's head was falling causing her to hold in her laugh. Agatha is the friend that she's so close with. She shared her minor secrets to her. She knows that she can trust her. Agatha always supported and comforted her. They always have each other's back. Both of them has a wild imagination and they share an interest in fiction. They're like Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. Alice and the Hatter. Ron and Harry. Grover and Percy. For most students, they see the two as opposites like a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Fire and Frost. White and Black. Warm and Cold. Summer and Winter. But that's the thing that made them closer. They balance each other. One is a shining princess while the other is a broken little porcelain doll. She was war and Agatha's peace. But there were times that they're both equally mad as the Hatter. Jamie laughed as she saw Agatha sleep. Her smile vanished when she remembered her secret. She pulled down her shirt and focused her attention back to their teacher.
The bell rung signaling lunch. The five sat down near the Apple tree. They already reached half of the day. They all ate in silence. Hans passed them. He stopped halfway and raised his eyebrow. He walked back to the quintet.
"You all seem pretty silent for the first half of the day." He looked at each of them.
The five looked at each other and said.
"Deep thoughts."