</Who. Would. Have. Thought?\> [Glitter]

(The inside of Kalmia)


Kalmia Waxflower would at first be taken off as concieted. Why? Just the way she acted, she looked. She wouuld have a blank expresssion sometimes when another was talking to her, she was one of those people who stared at the shoulder behind the person, showing no intrest whatsoever in their speech.

Which is why, when Kalmia A. Waxflower was grabbing something she forgot at her house (probably her paper journal, or something little that she thought being late for school was worthy for)'

Sighing, she saw a boys book fall to the ground. It sort of sat there, its blue and white checkered cover probably being covered in seam-dust, some combonation of coal dust and dirt. Ich.

It would probably ruin the white shirt she wore. Then, she would have to go home and wash it, or put on a new shirt.

It was just not worh the hastle to pick it up.

Yet, Kalmia decided (grugingly) to say something to the boy. "Are you, angry about something?" She asked, her voice slightly cheerful, slightly ready-to-go, and a smidgen caring.

She was turning into her sewing teacher.

Another Ichk moment.

She looked at the boy, who seemed a bit meek, maybe even a bit pampered.

Just talk about the opposite of Kalmia.

Kalmia was sure that she was strong, very selfless (em, conciet is kicking in, you see?)

And she was sure they had opposite looks.

For one, she was a girl, he not a girl (well, maybe we should break out the gold medal award!)

Kalmia was pretty generic looking, she assumed. But in a pretty way.

This guy was lanky, fairly hansome, in perception.

"Kalmia. I am Kalmia." She said, trying to stay as far away from the book as possible.

Kalmia smiled, and srt of strolled around her own boots. She smiled and said "No, not nessicarily. I NEVER go to school unless I please to." She snickered and then looked out to the horizon of the seam. The dust made the sun seem almost in a clouded state, swirling haphazardly around the sun in something of a circular fashion. It was faily unappealing to see it happening, but Kalmia just shrugged at the sun and loooked at her own boots. The ones she had spraypainted gold a year ago, now faded to a lackluster color of mucus.

Now, that was an icky thought to recall, but no mind. Miss Waxflower would probably be the only one to reconize that they were formerly gold. Their laces were turned to a grey, dilluted color and the soles were eaten away by the wear and tear of the district. The only thing that looked half decent on her anymore was the hair she had, but it was pulled away from her face today, in some form of ponytail.

But, she just cautiously put one boot over the other. "Why do you care?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

[Kalmia honestly wasn't expecting a pleasing answer like that. Sure, she was a little bit shocked by the reply that flew off the tounge, but she wasn't horridly suprised either... Just a trait. She thought to herself, scheming in such a way that only Kalmias and their accomplices do. Kalmia didn't have an accomplice, heavans no, who could she trust to even stay with that? She mentally shook her head at herself. Of course, she was not trusting of many people.

Especially her mother. Kalmia had left the oatmeal she was going to eat on the counter and was quite concerned that her Mother would eat it. Fairly quickly, of course, because nothing else was in the house except for a packet of crackers and a can of seven year old soup. Of course, it was food, but very little. And the oatmeal had the last of the brown sugar in it, so it was sweet. Kalmia swore if her Mother ate the damn oatmeal....

Giving herself a mental "Ok Kalmia! :D" Smile in her head, she knew that killing was in option. And who would miss a demented alchoholic who probably had no purpose in life except to be crazy? Kalmia was sure that civilization would be quite happy to get rid of that leech to society.

Kalmia had once aquired leeches on her skin, and she didn't care for the feeling of them. She had tried to pull it off, and it left a horrid mark on her. She had tossed the leech across the room in such devestation, made the leech curl up into a ball and die. Kalmia had little to no compassion for the animal, so she just had left it to die in the corner of the room.

She didn't know if it still was. So, when she finally got the courage to mutter the words, she smiled and said pleasantly "Sure."