"Philosophy...it's one of those things that I've always had an interest in but never fully got around to exploring any of it in depth. As for the Brontë's...I've always been partial to Charlotte, myself. Although I can perfectly understand why you favour Emily. Wuthering Heights
is such a classic...I guess I just enjoyed Charlotte more simply because there was more of her to enjoy. I do quite like Emily's poetry, though. I've tried my hand at a few poems...they're not for me, I'm afraid to say, and..." She gently raised her free hand, the hand that wasn't entwined with Garrett's, "before you say something about how I'm underestimating myself, you must believe me when I say that they are truly awful
Bella smiled at Garrett's next comment. "Well, you're not the worst boy I could bring home, Garrett. I can think of plenty
of others that my mother would take one look at and we'd need to bring out smelling salts. Yes...I'll have to call you later, have you come around. It should be fun!"
And there he goes with the "wonderful" thing again. I should really stop him, but...it's kinda nice, I guess.
"Timmith and Herschel, you say? Well, I'm intrigued already..."
Just as Mirabella was about to reply to Garrett's bemoaning of Geometry, the shrill clanging that signalled the end of break rang throughout the library. Bella breathed in deeply; the school bell was far from being the most pleasant of sounds. She clenched Garrett's hand and gently released it, pulling her satchel over her shoulder.
"Yep! French is indeed next for me. It should be fun. We've got the marks on a vocabulary test back, which I'm looking forward to..."
The wink having not escaped her notice, Mirabella elected to reciprocate it as she clasped her folder in her other hand and left the building, offering Garrett a small wave as she did so. "Well, goodbye Garrett! Have...fun
with Mrs. Havok! I'll be sure to notify your parents of your impending demise."
((Mirabella Strong continued in Quixotic