~Amity & Fiona~
"And I haven't seen him since," Ami finished, looking at her red-haired senior. She didn't even know this girl, really. She just saw that she was missing an arm, and saw a chance to get a third party's take on whatever happened with her and Kyle a few days back. The weekend was as good a time as any to resolve it, she figured, so she dragged this girl along and started telling her the story about lunch and the boy's outburst at her. "What do you think?"
"I think you shouldn't drag along total strangers just because they're in the same boat as somebody who yelled at you." Adjusting the white-framed glasses on her face, Fiona added "You probably got him mad, though. A missing limb can be a very touchy subject for some people, especially if he's a boy that wanted to be a fighter like you said. I still get upset over it now and then, and I've already moved on from wanting to be a pro baseball player. No wonder he'd yell at you for bringing up that many times." This was a weird thing to associate today with. The day some complete stranger went on about another student who was missing an arm. At least this girl had a good taste of where to talk about things. The athletic clubs and their noise could be heard, the members seen at their respective spots. Then Fiona caught sight of it; she wouldn't have if she weren't wearing her glasses.
"Is that him?" she inquired, pointing a ways over, to a boy missing an arm. He certainly fit the description from the story, and if her virtual experiences meant anything, these kinds of coincidences didn't just not happen.
"Wow, it is! Thanks!" With a not-quite-a-smile on her face, Ami ran off. Probably because she couldn't feel her legs, she also tripped on the way over, but got herself back up. Then she saw the girl he was talking to. It would be rude to interrupt a conversation! Hoping she wouldn't be caught in the act, and really hoping any bystanders she didn't notice would mistake her for a stalker, Ami moved to behind the nearest tree, keeping her ears extra-open to listen for when the two would stop talking to each other.
I need some normalcy today, Fiona mentally groaned. Deciding the best way to do that would be to eat some cafeteria food, Fiona turned toward the main building. The best way to get some normalcy in the day was to do something normal, which she'd done fine at until that girl dragged her along by her one and only arm to tell her about another student short an arm. She was hungry anyway, so it was probably best in more ways than one that she just go to the cafeteria and get some food there, even if cafeteria food was far from her favorite. And so she made way to the cafeteria.