Divided.

Divided. (Part 15)

"Daisy can you go to classroom 4B for me and get me my glasses. They are in a case on the desk. It's empty this afternoon so it's alright."

Daisy used to hate it when the teacher asked her to run personal errands for her. "Get them yourself you lazy mofo" she used to grumble very quietly under her breath (she was still afraid of her). She didn't like her teacher one bit. Not only because of the whip she kept in her draw but because she had a dislikeable face. Her carroty hair was long, coiled and scratty and everyday she wore a bright red lipstick on her teeth that make her hair look even more orange.

Today Daisy was happy to leave the classroom. Art wasn't her favourite subject and they'd just pushed of all their desks together and covered them in pages of old newspapers. There task was to paint a picture of their favourite flower.

Why? Daisy thought, "What's the point ... un-advanced's were never encouraged to use their creative sides out of school; so what was the point. Who would ever need to paint a flower?

She took the fire escape stairs to get down from the 6th floor to the 4th. Her school was relatively large in comparison to those outside of London. The fire escape was cold and her footsteps echoed as her heel clipped each metal step.

"Daisy chain you free tonight?" she read when she pulled her phone out of her jumper sleeve and tapped open her inbox. Her heart pounced. She didn't see Jack in a romantic way, it only pounced because talking to him was so exciting; the most exciting thing she'd ever done ... albeit it frightening. Also, since befriending Jack she hadn't been caught so often staring at advanced's, she hadn't been hit with the whip in a while because she didn't need to stare out of the window in wonder; she had all the answers she needed for now.

"Maybe," she typed back and then skipped the rest of the way down the metal staircase gleefully humming a tune she'd heard on her mothers ancient radio.

She made it to the fire exit door for the staircase and jumped to miss being smacked in the face with the door that flung open from the other side. Luckily the fire door stayed ajar hiding her neatly in the corner. Two boys started walking up the stairs talking in soft murmurs. Daisy listened eagerly; she could just about make out what they were saying. They were talking about a scientist ... and about the government having a 'new plan.'

A new plan for what she asked out loud and threw her hand up to cover her brainless outspoken mouth. She wanted to run up the stairs behind them and ask them but she had to remember that although Jack was her friend it was absolutely against the law for them to speak and other children might not take care of her like Jack did.