The white butterfly tango

Chapter I

The white ceiling of the room. Bright light coming through the window blinded the girl, laying in her bed and trying to think of the life philosophy again. The girl was rubbing her eyes with quite an irritation as she wasn't able to get a night of proper sleep at all and now those sunbeams were trying to burn her eyes out completely. She attempted to wake herself up but instead got lost in so many thoughts. Turning to the side and getting her phone from the charger, the girl finally noticed the time and realized how terribly late she was.

"Esma Whittle!" her grandmother's voice came from the kitchen, making the girl jump on her legs that exact instant.

"I'm up! Will be there in a second!" she answered quite loudly and took a big look around her room. The girl threw some pieces of clothing on her bed, trying to match them together, then nodded to herself and rushed to the bathroom.

She opened the door, turned on the light switch, and picked up a toothbrush, trying to make herself look at least a little bit more presentable. The girl took a glance at herself in the mirror and fixed her dark olive hair a bit while brushing her teeth really really fast. Spit into the sink, rinse the water in her mouth, and another spit. She then steeped her hands and rubbed her face, while getting an old and completely bleached towel from the electric dryer that had just finished its job.

"Esma, if I get another complaint from the college, I will make you wake up at 5 am every day!" now it was a real threat and the girl got shivers. Waking up so early was the worst possible punishment for her.

"You won't get one. I promise!" she rushed to her room and started wearing some jeans on her legs and a white baggy t-shirt on her sporty bra. The girl then picked two different socks from her wardrobe, trying not to turn the whole thing over as it was leaned onto an old world encyclopedia from one side.

She then put on her bright red sneakers, took her bag from her desk, turning over the pile of notebooks which fell loudly to the ground. "Late, late, I'm so late..." that was the only thing on her mind, so she rushed outside the room after picking her phone that somehow appeared on the floor.

"Your lunch is on the table and you don't have the time to have a proper breakfast again, young lady." the older woman stood with a cigarette in her fingers, leaning onto the completely different and unfitting drawers and observed the girl with quite an irritated expression on her face. The woman had short white curly hair and many wrinkles on her long face.

"That's okay...I will have an apple," Esma picked the fruit from the bowl while hiding her lunch in her backpack. "thank you, Gramms." the girl then hugged the woman and headed outside.

"Be a good girl and don't return too late." the woman stated calmly and waved a bit to the girl as she was heading outside.

Esma rushed immediately to the closest subway as it was the best way to get to the college building. The usual factory smog hit her nostrils and she rubbed her nose a few times while pulling out earphones from the pocket.

"Hey! Watch where you are going, pipsqueak." the manly and low voice came from somewhere above the girl and she hit the closest sign with a loud plunk. The next thing she heard was loud laughter, so she rushed away even more quickly while rubbing her forehead and trying not to make any eye contact with people on the street.

Esma only woke up completely at the subway wagon that was going at a great speed, trying to get people to their destinations. The girl rubbed her forehead again and felt how much that hurt. That was going to leave the bruise and she realized it quickly.

"Think Esma, think... What did Gramms do to get rid of bruises?" the girl asked herself silently while touching her forehead. She looked around and the only cold thing was the metal handrail, so before realizing it, the girl was already leaned onto it with her red forehead. "4 more stops and I'll be there."