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Anonymous Sat 24 Aug 2024 02:21:44 No.68531143 Report

Here we are, the sequel to the green(e)text no one asked for that no one also asked for.
>It’s been a few weeks since I started at Volcano High.
>Once the surge of interest in me from being the “New kid” died off I quickly ended up fading into the background .
>Sure, there’s a couple staff that still pay special attention to me, but overall? I’ve managed to successfully become just another face in the crowd.
>And it feels absolutely amazing.
>I even managed to satisfy my mom by telling her that I’ve made a friend.
>Of course neglecting to mention that the “Friend” I’ve made is just someone I read with from time to time.
>On that note, it’s time for my favorite period of the day: The free period.
>There’s a spring in my step as I head towards the library. Greene doesn’t always spend our overlapping free period there, but I always enjoy reading with him when he does.
>Doubly so since he seems to have excellent taste in literature.
>Though he definitely does have a preference in subject matter.
>And I swear to God, every week he’s reading a book in a different language
>”I know a bit of Finnish” my tail!
>I smile give a polite wave to miss Theresa as I walk past her, making my way to the corner of the library where Greene likes to read in.
>Though even if I had never met him, I would’ve headed there anyways, seeing as it’s easily the quietest corner of the library.
>It seems I’m in luck today, as Greene is already in his usual spot reading. As I give him a polite wave and head over, I can’t help but feel that something about him is… different today.
>And that suspicion is only confirmed as I get closer and hear him muttering.
>I’ve heard him mutter things under his breath a few times, so that’s not the issue, rather, it’s how… chaotic his words are that concerns me
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Anonymous Sat 24 Aug 2024 02:22:44 No.68531159 Report

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>>68531143
>Incoherent half sentences where each word is in a different language, suddenly being broken up by him breathing in a very deliberate manner for a few moments, only to resume with another jumbled, unfinished thought.
>And he’s shaking. Like he’s in an earthquake only he can feel.
>”G-Greene? Are you o-“
>I abruptly stop when I see his eyes. Tiny pinpricks of black, rapidly darting across the verdant background of his enlarged irises with neither plan nor pettern.
>And the look on his face, it’s…
>Sheer fucking terror.
>His fear bleeds into me and my own heart rate accelerates. What’s going on? What’s happening with- I-I need an adult!
>”S-stay still! I’ll get help!” I say, louder than I should for a library. Though you also shouldn’t run in a library so it seems I’m breaking a lot of rules today.
>Miss Theresa looks up from her desk and begins to say something as I approach, doubtlessly planning on chastising me for breaking the rules, but she holds her tongue when she sees my face.
>”I-It’s Greene!” I say, almost shouting “He’s in his corner and there’s… there’s something wrong with him! I don’t know what’s going on!”
>There’s an immediate look of understanding on her face and she nods, reaching for her phone and speed dialing someone.
>”Melissa, I know you’re afraid, but I need you to go back and keep an eye on him for a moment, okay? Right now. We’ll explain what’s happening later”
>A frenetic not from me and I turn heel and start to run back to the corner, hearing Miss Theresa saying something about a “Code Green” as I leave.
>It barely registers in my mind, now full on sprinting back to the corner where Greene is.
>A small part of me is worried about my own safety but… I remember the look on Greene’s face. That wasn’t the look of someone who was a danger to others.
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Anonymous Sat 24 Aug 2024 02:23:46 No.68531180 Report

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>>68531159
>Rounding the corner I panic for a moment when I see his chair’s empty, but feel a small sense of relief when I notice that he’s moved to the floor.
>Though seeing him, or really anyone, curled in the fetal position in a corner, back to the wall…
>I swallow the knot that’s found itself in my throat and carefully approach
>”G-greene?” I ask, trying to sound as gentle and unintimidating as possible “Are you okay? I-IT’s me. Melissa”
>He doesn’t respond. Seemingly not having heard me.
>A few steps forward and I begin to make out the sounds of him mumbling something
>A couple more tentative steps and I can make out the words. It’s… Latin? Wait. Is he praying?
>”G-greene!”
>I must have shouted that, or at least said it loud enough to get his attention as he suddenly jerks his entire upper torso to look back in my direction, the rosary and crucifix in his hands revealing that he was in fact praying.
>His eyes focus on me, and his expression shifts to one that even I can’t quite decide on an adequate name for.
>And he looks like he’s about to say something but we’re both cut off by a flurry of sound and motion.
>Footfalls rapidly approaching, the panicked shout of Greene’s name in a woman’s voice, and the shivering form of the young man suddenly being enveloped in a blanket of soft, pale feathers.
>Feathers attached to the wings of a professionally dressed, older pterosaur woma- Wait is that principal Mous?
>Once my mind catches up with what’s happening, I realize that what I’m seeing and hearing is indeed what’s happening, and the school’s principal is indeed hugging and coddling the younger pterosaur
>The younger pterosaur who is evidently her son.
>There’s a quiet conversation between the pair that I can’t quite make out due to the low volume, but I do hear the apparent matriarch asking a few questions
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Anonymous Sat 24 Aug 2024 02:24:46 No.68531196 Report

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>Questions like “She was here wasn’t she?” and “Are you hurt?” and oh so many permutations of “Are you okay?”
>I even catch her asking Greene if he wants to go home.
>A question that disgusts me.
>Not because she’s abusing her position of power as his mother.
>But because that’s the first thing my mind goes to.
>And not ‘Oh, this student just had a mental breakdown, of course he’d be allowed to go home if he needed to’
>… Disgusting.
>I’m dragged out of my self-loathing by the voice of Miss Mous, who simply states “Melissa? My office. Now.”
>Nodding, I turn and start to leave, taking note of Miss Theresa who’d made her way to the scene at some point.
>She just gives me a soft smile and a nod as I pass by, making my way to the office.
>I dread to think what’s going to happen to me there, or what will happen when mom finds out I was sent to the principal’s office.
>But more than that, I’m just relieved. Relieved that my only friend at Volcano High is okay.
>Huh… I guess I have made a friend…