January 2nd, Monday 

                                                                                   The Lone

                                                                                      15:20

Solaforma moves her hand gracefully across her notebook as she writes the final points to her teacher's lecture in English language and just why Moby Dick is a great example good and evil coexisting in literature. She spins her pen around her finger once then twice.

"And for your homework don't forget to fill out your synopasis for this week." She chimes just as the bell rings.

Solaforma drops her pen on her paper and pulls a breath in then exhales through her nose. It was quite a repetitive cycle she lived and yet she wanted it more than anything. Stability and calm in the aftermath of her chaotic youth. She taps her pen against her paper a few times before she throws it into her bag along with her note book.

"Solaforma." The teacher calls to her.

She lifts her head up to see her standing behind her podium as students rush by. "Yes?" She answers hoping the conversation won't lead to the same discussion as with the art teacher.

She softly smiles as a kind gesture. "You've completed all material for this section of our course. I understand you are a scholarship student and have skipped grades in the past. If you'd like I'm willing to give you the next and final reading assignment."

Solaforma rises to her feet and slowly nods her head as the final student trickles out. "I would greatly appreciate that." She responds with little emotion and yet the teacher smiles wider.

"Perfect, I'll give those to you tomorrow-" Her eyes trail off. "Oh!" She says a little surprised. "Someone forgot their holo-tab." Solaforma turns her attention to a desk where a small blue tablet sits glowing. "I think it's Ansidara's." She mumbles then looks to Solaforma. "I have a meeting in thirty minutes at the college. Could you please take the tablet for me to the front office."

Solaforma glances at the clock then the tablet then to the teacher who is on the brink of pleaing. "I understand." She says softly.

The teacher grins and then rushes to her desk to gather her things. "Thank you Solaforma."

Solaforma quickly grabs the small tablet and hurries to the front office, she only has ten minutes to return it before the bus leaves.

She rushes through the quad swiveling past groups of students who conversated then hastily sped by the second year building, past the lunch room and up the steps to the administration. The halls of the administration are cold as her leather shoes shuffle across the granite floors and past the cherry red doors which have golden plaques of last names. At the end of the hall is one single receptionist who sits behind a large circular desk her fingers hovering over a holotab as she types away.

Solaforma steps into her view and clears her throat with confidence.

The receptionist looks up her bright amber eyes shimmering with a smile. "Hello," She smiles wider and Solaforma is taken aback.

She glances away again to collect her thoughts, adults didn't typically smile at her like that. "I have a lost and found item." She whisphers.

The receptionist blinks a few times as Solaforma hands it to her. She chuckles softly and grabs it her fingers gently brushing against her own, they were cold and stiff.

"Thank you," She chimes. "I'll be sure to return this to it's rightful owner."

Solaforma nods softly then hurries out of the office. Something felt strange about that receptionist. Solaforma has never seen here before then again she wasn't in the administration building enough to remember every receptionist but still there is something peculiar about her.

The bell of the school rings again signalling school has been over for almost ten minutes and she has to hurry back across the campus to the bus roundabout otherwise she will miss her only ride home.

She reaches the round about behind the library and doesn't stop once for a breath until she speeds up the metal steps and sits in the seat she sat in everyday. On the left side of the bus, in the second to the last row. The long school day is over at last granting her the permission to return to Gracious Girls Home of Evergreen District. It is one out of the four foster homes in all of the District but definitely the best.

Evergreen District on the other hand is one out of the two districts on the east coast and the tenth district out of the twenty in Totes. Some said it was one of the better Districts due to the fact that so little of it was destroyed after The Haste War but everyone knows the best District in all of Totes is on the west coast. On the West Coast there aren't cities like there are on the East. On the desolate West Coast there are lush forest, high mountain rages and a clear ocean. Nothing like the East where the best that is to be offered are the elite cities. She lifts her head from her daydreams to watch people continuously load onto the gray isleway of the bus. Every single one of them hastily sits exactly where they sit everyday almost like some randomly new person would steal their seat if they weren't fast enough. They settle next to friends and companions who share pictures of lavish vacations or little exotic pets their parents had just bought. Next to crushes who slyly slide their arms around their love interest while so desperately hoping the person will gently lean their head on their shoulder. Next to people who will just simply fill the void of silence with small talk of school or home. Next to peers who are reviewing test questions and people who just want to be on their holo-tabs without any human contact. The driver examines the students, then the door, waiting for one person in particular. Solaforma leans back observing the outside world past her crystal clear window. She knows exactly who the bus driver is waiting for. No matter how desperately he may want to drive off, he will have to wait at least an extra ten minutes just for him. He is always the last one to arrive on the bus, a well liked guy, the king of the school, Ansidara Tore. She sees him walking towards the school bus cloesly followed by an entourage of two boys who are laughing at one another and three girls who giggle at his every word. His dark eyes shimmer in the afternoon light while his black shaggy hair bounces with every step. A girl reaches up to touch his hair and he chuckles as she ruffles up the texture. Like clockwork it falls back into place and Solaforma can't help but wonder how. His eyes lock with hers in anticpation. She can't avoid they eye contact but is surpised as she swears the shimmer dies behind their twinkling exterior. The stare he returns to her is chilling, almost like he is finally ready to show the true face he has been hiding behind his calm demeanor. Of course though, she is the only one that knows this. She shudders at the memory of freshman year of high school when he beat a senior behind the library that he thought was secluded. That day there was blood. Red, crimson, ruby, so many ways to describe it but no way to explain what Solaforma felt in that moment. Pure adrenaline with a hint of something else she dare not to admit, or maybe even more than normal. She unknowingly smiled to herself that day when she watched from the second story library window. That day he looked up and the horror he showed from her smile was a face she ha snever seen him make again. She turns away then retrieves her notebook from her satchel.

Studying is a great distraction but how long would that last until she starts to think of things of the past that gnaw away at her very being. He takes the first step onto the school bus and she can't help but to lift her head and watch him from the corner of her eye. Something feels off, like it this is the great calm before a catastrophic storm. He smiles but it is not his typical charming grin he sends to any girl's direction. It is a blood curdling grin that sends ice down almost anyone's spine, cold, surreal, and merciless. No one has seen a smile like that from Ansidara Tore. He's typically is so calm and collected that when others on the bus see it's potency, the noise level goes from an airplane taking off to a mere set of whispers in less then a few seconds. Ansidara Tore has that effect on people and as his smile grows wider she can tell he likes that kind of power . "I'm missing something." He announces as he leans against one of the front seats. "Actually someone stole something from me."

The bus driver ignores him as he closes the doors and sends the car in motion. "I know that it's someone on this bus." He smiles a bit kinder now as he takes a step forward, steady as a rock. "Does no one want to step forward?" He asks while meticulously walking down the aisle. "No one?" His smile fades when no one speaks. "I know who it is." At last he stops by Solaforma her eyes still glued to her notebook. "Well then," He mumbles. Solaforma glances to the bus driver hoping maybe he will speak but she soon realizes he will do nothing as his nervous eyes skitter from the road to Ansidara who is now leaning against her seat. Her mind begins to race. There is nothing she could have taken, what could she have done, what could she have said. That was just the problem she couldn't piece together what he was referring to. There is nothing she could have taken from him. There is nothing she had done to him. In fact she never even talked to him so just what was he referring to. He crosses his arms. "Will you really say nothing." It sounds like he's giving her one last chance but she doesn't know for what. She glances to the other students many ignore her while others smile excited to see a fight. She looks up to Ansidara who is giving her a cruel glare. She feels her chest tighten and her palms sweat with pure anxiety. She wants to run away. She wants to run away so bad she can practically feel her muscles getting ready for a sprint but in this little bus she can't walk away. She is a hummingbird locked in an itty-bitty cage with no room to even flutter in. She is up in a second, hands gripping tightly onto the seat in front of her. "I wish I knew what you were referring to Ansidara but I can't find myself to come to an understanding with you because I have no idea what you're talking about." She speaks with such confidence no one could know she is using every ounce of strength to refrain her body from moving upon its own accord. If it did that, if she let her body move on it's own, she could not promise that blood wouldn't be spilled.