she burns like petrol soaked paper and fireworks || open
Tabitha lay on her stomach in the garden, ankles crossed and up in the air, her black skirt pooled at her knees. Chewing absently on the end of her pen, Tibs tried to figure one of the equations from precalc. She had been so bored lately, that she’d decided to participating in class and homework, only to find that she kind of actually liked it. This particular problem had her puzzled, and she frowned, going over it a couple times in her head before sighing and putting her pen down and rolling onto her back. Staring up at the tree branches overhead, with their orange and falling leaves, she felt a strange sense of calm. Tabitha guided the falling leaves in a little path through the air, before bringing them down into a spiral on the ground.
Kellan had been looking for Tibby for the better part of the morning. Recently, he had liked to keep up with her even more than before because he was worried about her. He would never tell her that he was worried, naturally, but he was still thoroughly freaked out about her episode. When he found her in the garden, he realized that common sense should have told him that’s where she was. He sat down next to her, picked up her notebook, and asked, “Are you seriously doing math right now? Fuck that, Tibs.”
