from Trenton. The last time he had visited, he mentioned for Legann to enroll in a sketch class as an elective.
“Mr. Reien?”
He looked up in surprise, realizing Haglund had repeated his name twice already. “Yes?” He asked.
Haglund frowned. “You will be presenting with Lillie Pallort.”
“Presenting what?” He blinked.
“A poem,” Haglund reminded, giving Legann the impression that she’d mentioned this to him before. She shook her head sadly, as if disappointed. “It’s your turn on Friday.”
A girl off to Legann’s left and toward the front of the room turned around to steal a quick glimpse of him. He recognized her short hair – hair so white it was practically silver – and remembered her to be Lillie. For his entire high school experience, they’d shared the same lunch period. She would often sit alone – but by choice, not from rejection. She would read all through lunch.
Once Haglund returned her attention to her poems, Legann went back to his drawing. Today, he was interested in trees – big, thick ones with multiple branches, like those that had been in Delvich Forest. For the remaining forty or so minutes of class, Legann focused on outlining the dreaded prison forest of the Vrenyx world in his notebook. He was so engrossed in his work that he was startled when the bell rang.
Grateful for school’s end, Legann grabbed his things and stood. In front of him, Lillie did the same. He winced inwardly. It was probably best if he talked to her now about their assignment rather than later.
He hurried after her, pulling alongside her just as she exited the room. “Hey, Lillie.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Hello?”
Did she miss Haglund’s speech about them having to work together? Lillie looked as if there couldn’t possibly be a reason for him to be near her. He felt like rolling his eyes. It wasn’t like he was all excited to work with her either. “When should we meet up to do that poem thing?”
“During lunch tomorrow.” She reached into her book bag that was slung across her shoulder and yanked out her cell phone, purposely avoiding his gaze. “I can meet you in the cafeteria.”
Legann pulled a face, not that she noticed. Her eyes were glued to her cell. He sighed. “Alright. I’ll meet you there.”
“Great.” She glanced up at him. “See you then.”
She veered off down an adjoining hallway, and Legann slipped his own phone out of his pocket. There was the usual text from Olinia, notifying him of her arrival. He grunted and began for his locker, dodging students along his way. He had the vague feeling that Lillie had just ditched him.
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Olinia closed her eyes and dropped onto her bed. She was alone, finally surrounded by complete silence. It was something that didn’t happen very often anymore. So when Legann would leave her, no matter the length, she reveled in only hearing her own thoughts.
Her current silence was due to an absence of milk and a few other necessities. Legann had volunteered to run to the grocery store, thus leaving her alone in their house. Well, the house Trenton had purchased for them. Olinia still didn’t feel like it really belonged to her and Legann. It was just another display of Trenton’s generosity. He was almost too nice at times.
The house was two stories. White walls, navy shutters and trim, and a gray roof made up the exterior. It was a newer home, not quite three years old, and had been the model home of a subdivision. When Trenton bought it, the surrounding land was meant for other houses to be built on. Because of Olinia’s unique condition though, Trenton decided to buy that land as well, preserving the little grove around the house. Olinia was glad that he had. Living right next to Ethons would have limited Olinia’s quiet time to nothing. She was content to just hear Legann. His thoughts she could handle.
It really was a beautiful home, too. With hardwood floors throughout and three full
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