who klara and christine what ice cream and pie where starts at klara's house and then onwards when bendy times to after detention warnings tbd
Detention had been stupid. School had been stupid. Klara was just pretty much in the mood that most things were stupid at this point. Her talk with Bucky had helped things slightly, but she was still not overly happy. Christine had mentioned ice cream and pie, that was helping ease her mood some more, but there was still this bitter taste in her mouth. Bucky had said it best- no one should be able to tell her to do something that was upsetting her so much. She honestly hoped that the whole homeschool thing worked out. She was willing to just hide among the plants if she had to go back to school.
She sat on the front steps of her house, knees yanked up to her chin, as she watched the street for Christine. Somewhere along the way she had decided that the doctor, or whatever she was, was someone that she could trust. That was a rare badge of honor coming from Klara. She didn't trust easily and adults tended to earn the brunt of her distrust. Women she warmed up to faster, but there were a couple adults males she was willing to trust here. Bucky and Lala were the main ones, and Bucky's friend Steve was okay.
A soft sigh escaped her as she replayed ripping up the stupid paper hearts in her head. That feeling of fear, panic rather, started to grow again. Tiny flowers erupted at the foot of the stairs as she lost her grip on her emotions.
Klara frowned as she reigned in her feelings. "Sleep, loves." The flowers resisted for a second before curling in on themselves. The petals vanished, the leaves shrank, and soon nothing was at her feet except snow. The weather was far too cold for her plants to be out in the open like that. Later, when she got back from pie and ice cream, she'd curl up with on of her potted plants in the attic. That would help her feel better.
"Christine," she stood up at one when she saw the woman approaching the house. "Hallo." She raised a gloved hand and wiggled her fingers in a sort of greeting.