User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael's Final Year: Chapter 15

Bradi and Michael never fought, never. Wasn't bred into them. They were never uprooted from their friendship in such a way. It was a shock to both of them that they had been fighting. A week down and not a word exchanged between them. You could even assume that their friendship was over as they both avoided one another.

Michael's brown eyes never met with Bradi's blue eyes during this time. Any time spent around one another garnered elusive gazes. They still assembled in the cafeteria with their mutual allies, but did not speak once. It was odd that none of their other friends really caught onto this developing vexation.

"... And that's how it happened!" Michael finished up with a joke, causing uproarious laughter from everyone. Save for Bradi, who was doing her best to ignore Michael, perhaps even taking mental steps to forget that he existed. Michael looked over at her, her slim figure, slumped down, clearly avoiding all forms of eye contact. Michael sighed, with annoyance.

Another thing that really troubled Michael was that none of his friends even appeared to notice. It angered him further. Melting into the topic of conversation Michael had begun to withdraw from it entirely. That is until prompted directly.

"What do you think about that, Michael?" Charles asked, turning his head to Michael.

"Sounds wonderful." Michael grumbled, sending the others to fits of laughter. Michael was indifferent. The class bell finally rang, calling it's meager students to answer the call. Michael rose from his seat and walked out of the cafeteria, navigating through the tight corridors on his way to see Galloway.

Once there he opened the door and took a lone seat in the back of the classroom. Galloway proceeded to begin his conjecture.

TO BE CONTINUED!