Thorns
Chapter 1
Skylar
I made my way down to the deans office. Getting called down to the Dean's office, in the middle of class, was normal for me and everyone else. I was a bit of a trouble maker. It wasn't really my fault. They just had too many rules to begin with. People were bound to break them once in a while. Some more than others. I actually wouldn't be surprised if the request of my presence was due to the fact I nearly blew up the Chem lab. Again.
The professors at this school apparently encourage initiative thinking, but only to an extent. For example, I knew what the chemicals were and what they did, but I wanted to answer the question on everyone's mind. How would they react combined? The answer, they would create a minor explosion, that could harm others. Only minor injuries though. As in Macy, the snootiest person I have ever met, flying back into the window and landing on her butt, in the mud left from the rain. I probably shouldn't have laughed as much as I did. It was too soon.
I knocked in the huge wooden door standing between me and my punishment. There wasn't an answer and I stood there a good fifteen minutes, so I took the initiative to walk in. See what I did there.
I laid cuddled up on my bed with a book on astrophysics.
"How did it go?" Emily, my best friend, plopped down beside me. She clutching a bag of lemon heads in her hand. Those were her favorite candies.
"Usual." I mumbled. I flipped the page of the book I was currently reading, before I was rudely interrupted. She stuck another sour candy in her mouth and slightly puckered her lips.
"Want one?" She held out the the bag toward me. I made a disgusted face and pushed her hand. I didn't understand how we were friends. Emily and I were so different. For example, she followed the rules and wouldn't dare break one. She gets heart palpitations just passing notes.
"You know eventually they're gonna just throw you out."
"No they won't." I closed my book and crossed my legs. "'I don't mean to brag or anything, but there is probably only one person who can match my brains."
"Who's that smart butt?" Emily flashed me a wicked smile and popped another candy in her mouth.
"Tony Stark." Emily laughed and nearly choked on the candy. "Come on. I'm starving." I laughed and tossed a throw pillow at Emily. We got up from my bed and made our way toward the mess hall.
Bucky
Bucky stumbled through an empty ally. His arm ached and his legs felt as if they could give out at any given second. He hadn't eaten in days and hadn't slept in weeks. Was this really the bright light at the end of the dark tunnel? A life of refuge and despair? Some life.
Bucky stopped when he reached the dumpsters and assumed as spot between them. As he slid down the wall, he happened to catch his reflection in a puddle. Immediately, he looked away. Ever since he visited the museum, he couldn't bare to look at himself. He was a broken man, a monster.
He felt safe in the tight spot he sat in. It made him feel secure. He could only see what was ahead of him. They were like binders. The dumpsters provided shelter from the view of the outside world. They enabled him to just sit back and think. He didn't have to worry about the fact he was a man out of time. After all, there were such things as ally way walls in the 40's. He wasn't to sure about everything else though. He titled his head back and closed his eyes. This was a good place to rest for the night.
