Sheelessatit—especiallythebrutememorizationofdynasties,dates,andyear-by-yearges.Iimecouldjumpandfoldandloophoweveritpleased.Inahistorytextbook,gettingasingleyearwrolosingpoints.
Strangely,herbiologygradeswerealwaysanotchhigherthahingelse.Andifshewaableshotatanationaluy,thecametimetochooseatraeleventhgrade,shedidate.Shetookthe“safest”route—thethirdtrack,packedwithphysics,chemistry,andbiology.Forher,itwasbettertofacechemicalequilibriumequationsandcelldivisionthantomemorizewhichtreatywassignedinwhichyear.
Irackwhereboysmadeuptwo-thirdsofthestudents—andtheairalwayscarriedafaintmixofsweatandlunchboxfood—Cradidn’ttalkmuch.Sheworerimlessgssesthatlookednothinglikewhatmosthighschoolershad.Heruniformshirtwasalwaysbuttohstrictprecisiontothefirstbuttonbelowhercolrbone.Herhairwastiedbadsharp.
Shewasalwaystryingtomakeherselflookmoremature,moreposed—asiflookinglikeanadultwouldlethersafelyhidethewildfantasiesinherhead,alongwithherptforthesystem’ssingle“correswer.”
Sonooneeverlihisdelicate-lookinggirl—whoalwaystriedsohardtoseemolderthanherage—withtheword*rebellious.*
Notuntilfiveo’clock,whenthefinalbellrang.
Crashovedthebarely-sixty-poieraturetestintoherbackpadwalkedfasterthanusual.Shecutacrossthenoisyfieldandheadedforthefaredgeofcampus,totheoldestbuildingwiththeworstsoundproofing—therundownactivityterwheretheRockMusicClublived.
ThebasementdooroftheoldactivityterwasabatteredsbofwoodpsteredwithpostersofL’Ar~dShiinaRingo.Itwasalwayswideopen—partlytoairoutthesunlessspadpartlybecausethelockhad“diedanhonorabledeath”inthehandsofsomeuppercssmenyearsago.
ThemomentCrareachedthestairwell,abstofdistuitarhithereardrumslikeacollision.
Thiswastheclubroom.
“Chu-Qing初晴,you’refinallyhere!”Thegirlbehindthedrumkittwirledastiherhandandshoutedather.Withthemotion,sheflickedherlongbckhair.Thial-framedgssessatonherheedgesofthelensesfoggedwithsweatandadrenaline.
Theotherfirlsintheroom—thevocalist,leadguitarist,rhythmguitarist,andkeyboardist—pausedtoo,liftingtheirsatwordlessgreeting.
Itwasasix-piedwithabold,unmistakablelook.
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