Tars was in the from threes, Olive in the four despite the fact that they were both fourteen. Tars was the oldest in terms of months in between them but something called neglect and lack of care had accompanied Tars in the age of eleven to fourteen.
Olive was the more determined of the two to make her mark higher due to her love of being a senior, being a form four senior meant that she would be able to have only three more years till prom. She was planning to make it only two with the way she was studying in current notice.
Prom... in Kiribati, it was a rare thing to occur in any school there due to its country's common wealth state. Moroni high school was the only school that had it as it was... actually neither Tars nor Olive had bothered to find out why it has a prom.
When Olive decided to go to Moroni, Tars had no choice due to her aunt.
And so here they were. One of them dragged on only due to family reasons the other determined to go to prom with a handsome prince charming.
But that was the 'were' state of course. Now... there is the Prince Charming early from the packaging company for Olive.
So that meant, Olive was staying for a year.
Tars was placing her bag on the table she was sitting in with extreme caution.
There was a bomb under there, you might think but no. In actuality the bomb was in the next table and had a ponytail.
'You are early.' said Lisa as she smiled in a sadistic fashion, all feigned sleep gone from her eyes.
Ahh, more sadistic pleasure time for her then.
Tars didn't say it outloud, not because she was afraid but because it would only cause trouble for herself.
She sighed.
'Still as stupid as yesterday.'
Yesterday was sunday and she had been sipping coconut juice on a beach in Marakei. Tars had been comfortable inside her ring of solitude for the past two weeks of break inside her house.
Tars snorted inside her head and sat on her desk.
'And still as dull as the start of the year.'
And weren't you that girl who scored a twenty seven over seven hundred at the end of the first term? No? Hmmm.
Tars ignored her then and brought out her phone to read, having nothing to do but that while she waited for school to start and for the girl next to her to quit being so... so pathetically sadistic.
Lisa had been her main, ignored bully since day one as Tars didn't care much for anything happening in the society of fourteen year olds she had been in for the year. Lisa never took it up to the next level, the physical level to be more clear, since in the society of people who were in the sinking boat named Kiribati, it simply wasn't cool.
Kiribati was a country that Tars liked to think was actually very idealistic, believing in things it shouldn't believe because as a recently established independence barely a century old, where else could they go but up.
She sighed when she remembered that that was no longer the case as Kiribati was now just an island that tried it's best against the affects of Global Warming and in the end, losing horribly.
However the ideals still remained, as shown in Lisa. It wasn't cool to bully (referencing from high school romances), it was actually cool to be nerdy (again from high school movies), and it was good to only tease not abuse ( custom cut from I-kiribati culture and other movies).
And so, Tars ignored Lisa.
But if course, it was in that morning that her life changed.
For my dear fellow, an angel had arrived in her classroom.
And it knew Terry Pratchett.