Yellow(HerWong)

CHAPTER-8

"Didi," Carly whined, wiggling out of Deanna's arms and tapping the older girl on the shoulder. "Up, Didi, up." She nudged Deanna's side and huffed.

Carly's fact lit up as soon as Deanna's eyes fluttered open. "Didi! There is light, Didi!" She pointed to the window happily, showing the older girl that the sun had just made its way over the buildings around them.

Yawning, Deanna sat up and tried to recall what had happened the night before. What was today? Shit. She had class in less than an hour.

"Thank you," she nodded to Carly and rolled out of bed, frantically digging through her drawers to find something presentable to wear. Carly sat quietly on the bed, observing as Deanna changed into a pair of jeans and a black tshirt.
(picture of Deanna above)

"Riri?!" Deanna called, jogging across the hallway and into her bathroom. Carly followed closely behind her, standing in the doorway and watching as Deanna put on a thin coat of makeup, trying to make herself seem more awake.

"Huh?" Riri peered her head out of her doorway. Ivy and Eya were already in class, and Riri didn't have class until later that night. Deanna got home from her classes around noon.

"I have class," Deanna nodded in Eya's direction before crossing the hallway and grabbing her backpack out of her room. Carly continued following her as she busily shoved her belongings into her bag. "So you have to watch Carly."

Riri just nodded, running a hand through her hair and following the other two girls downstairs. Deanna grabbed her keys but paused just as she was about to open the door and leave. Carly was directly behind her, looking at her expectantly.

"You can't come with me," Deanna raised an eyebrow at Carly. "You have to stay with Riri."

"No," Carly shook her head.

"Yes, Carly, I have class," Deanna tapped her foot impatiently.

"Yes," Carly nodded once, causing Deanna to groan. She sent Riri a pleading look, and the older girl grabbed Carly's arm.

"Carly, we can make pancakes for Deanna when she gets back," she offered, nodding to Deanna to leave while the girl was distracted. Deanna mouthed a 'thank you' and slipped out the door, just in time to hear Carly whimper as the door shut.

Trying to shake off any guilt she had about leaving, Deanna tossed her backpack into the passenger seat of the car and sped off down the street. The short drive to her school gave her time to think about everything that was going on with Carly. She didn't quite understand how she was becoming so attached to the girl.

Eventually, she arrived outside of the building. She realized she was five minutes late, mentally cursing herself for forgetting to set her alarm the night before. Deanna had been too distracted by Carly.

She grabbed her backpack and jogged into the building, noticing her teacher had already begun teaching. Sighing, she opened the door slowly and felt everyone's eyes on her. Her teacher stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. She winced, knowing he was one of the strictest teachers in the school.

"Looks like you've finally decided to join us, Ms. Wong," he nodded once at Deanna, who stood quietly in the doorway. "I've already collected the pieces we had due, so please put yours in your folder and bring over an extra set of brushes for yourself."

Deanna nodded quickly, thankful that she hadn't gotten in too much trouble. She was rarely late to class. She jogged over to the back of the classroom, sliding her backpack into her hands and searching for the sketches she had made the night before. They were nowhere in sight.