An odd day (solo)

It was a beautiful, lukewarm day right outside of Karakura High. It was about warm enough to walk in without breaking to much of a sweat, the sun being eclipsed by a cloud creating a sort of warm shade right outside the school, and just breezy enough to feel a little cool. The leaves had just turned a beautiful array of brown tan golden hues, and had begun their journey to bottom feet of the tree. Witheren admired the colors as she walked past the trees, her heels making prit prit noises as she continued down the sidewalk. It is rare for me to be walking home, she thought as a brave little breeze picked up black hair and caused it to dance a little before she moved to grab it and hold it down. She laughed. Walking home, in the sun, sweating? These are all so unladylike things, she thought. However, she could not help it. It was such a cool shady day today, so she decided to skip the bus and walk straight from the school to her house and watch the leaves make their final descent to the ground. They have such vibrant colors, she whispered under her breath as she picked one up to examine it closer, then proceeding to squeeze it, letting it crumble to the ground. She simply loved the color scheme, and made a mental note upon her arrival home, she would search for a dress that was a perfect match for the leaves color. She continued on her way with a spring in her step at the upcoming dresses to come.

However, her adoration of the leaves did not go unnoticed. The school had been rather abandoned, say for the couple of students inside the actual building, but the outside was nothing but deserted. Well almost deserted. Sid had been watching Witheren for some time now as she had exited the high school doors and continued on a path toward the grassy areas of town. However, it was not the wanting to stalk her that led him to follow her as she walked, but slight glint of gold as she had exited the building. Sid had seen the glint come from her neck, and immediately his greed took over him. I have to own it, he thought to himself and was off to following her down the beaten path. Now as he watched her admire the leaves on the ground, he saw his chance. He ran up towards her and grabbed. “Give me your necklace.” He said lunging for her neck and getting hold of the golden beehive neck-chain. Witheren would have frozen with fear. Witheren may have screamed. This however never happened as Sid yanked at the chain, not forcing it off, but instead flinging Witheren right at him. Slick fell backwards in horror as Witheren tackled him from the sheer momentum of the pull, and landed right on top of him with a thump, and a Locking of lips and faces. Though the first instinct to getting trampled is pushing the cause of the trample off, however neither Sid nor Witheren moved, stirred, or even breathed as the minutes ticked off the imaginary clock in the back of Witheren’s head. Their lips were kept at a close embrace, as Sid contemplated why his head hurt so badly, and Witheren wondered whether the person sharing lips with her noticed he was bleeding a little. In a total time of two minutes they both came to the shocking conclusion that neither much cared for the other companies presence, (not that they did in the first place) and did what they should have did in the beginning of this situation; they proceeded to push each other away.
“What is wrong with you lady”, Sid said as he began to scrub his mouth with his sleeve then spit out to the ground accordingly. Witheren copied this maneuver rather violently as well. She spit to the floor.
“What is wrong with me, what about you what was that all about.” Witheren said in a rather loud tone, as if she was addressing an attacker. Oh wait, she was.
It was at this time Sid remembered why he had originally got mixed up with this girl in the first place. He glanced at her neck, as the necklace glinted in the sunlight as Witheren’s chest moved violently, her breath moving steadily faster and faster.
“Hand it over.” He commanded his hand forward as if to receive something from her. She was not going to allow it.
“No.” Witheren was spoiled, shy, but if there was ever something she was going to fight for, it was this necklace. He was not going to get his robbing hand on this necklace. Witheren gripped it in her hand and stared him down. Sid however, had come too far to be stood down by this girl.
“BITCH.” He yelled running in a byline straight for Witheren, readying to collide with ninety pounds of flesh if he needed to. However, Witheren had other plans, all of which did not involve getting robbed of the one thing that her mother had left her on her death bed. She shut her eyes and felt for its presence, until she located it. In the brain, she thought, perfect.
“Stop”, she said, and Sid froze straight in his tracks.