We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Two

Trixie walked into her first class of the day, and the semester. She felt the air threatening to flip her white skirt, as she walked through the halls. The school was beautiful, with warm yellow lights making the atmosphere somehow calm while students walked from class to class. She noticed a few stares before walking into the class. As soon as she entered the room and sat down, she noticed the whiteboard had 'Introduction to Brain, Mind, and Behavior' written on it. She smiled and opened her computer, ready to take notes of whatever the professor had to say. Trixie had been so focused on her notes and listening to every single thing that she didn't even notice the woman with big lilac hair sitting next to her.

"Hi?" The woman gently tapped her shoulder.

"Shit!" Trixie whispered, jumping in her seat. "Hi," She looked at the woman and squinted her eyes. "Do I know you?"

"Um, no?" The woman said with a confused expression. "I'm Kim by the way, you're a freshman too, right?"

"Yeah," Trixie almost didn't introduce herself. "I'm Trixie,"

"Yeah, some people talked about you coming here," Kim said while typing on her computer. "It made me check your profile, you don't seem like the kind of person to take psychology."

"You don't either," Trixie said in an offended tone.

"I don't mean it in a bad way," She frowned.

Both went back to taking notes after the professor called them out for talking while in class. Trixie wasn't used to a lot of human interaction, at least not like these. Normally her conversations with people her age consisted of shady comments or flirty ones. So someone being friendly, seemingly without any interest to make a profit out of her, threw her off a bit. That's why she could be so defensive all the time because she felt everyone had another intention behind their words and actions. But Kim, after talking to her throughout the classes and breaks, showed her that people could be interested in her, as a person. Suddenly she was glad that she was making a genuine friend, and that she was lucky enough to be taking the same classes as her that semester.

Now, they were sitting down on the grass on campus, laying their backs on a tree as they ate lunch. Trixie enjoyed her sandwich as she stared at the people walking, ignoring some of the stares. She didn't know if it was because they knew who she was or if it was the fact that she looked straight out f the 60s. Either way, she didn't care, she loved her white gogo boots and chunky earrings, as well as the graphic eyeliner on her face. As she bit the sandwich a bit of sauce fell off the other side, staining her light blue sweater. Ugh, She thought as she put the sandwich down on her side, over a plastic container. Trixie grabbed her sweater and tucked it out of her skirt, lifting it over her head, revealing a tight black shirt underneath. Just as the sweater went over her eyes she spotted Katya, and she swore she caught her staring since the woman's head turned to the side immediately. She was sitting down with a black-haired, thin girl, who was laying her head on her shoulder.

"Trix," Kim said and Trixie turned her attention to her. "How have you been doing with your roomie?"

"Ehhh, could be better," She tilted her head and grabbed the sandwich again. "She's kind of rude, and so am I so it's... interesting."

"Well at least you don't have to share bedrooms, I have to share with my roommate."

"But you and Naomi get along, me and Katya don't."

"Katya?"

"I didn't tell you who it was?

"You didn't," She grabbed a small bite. "What does she look like?"

Trixie looked back at Katya, watching her tuck the thin woman's hair behind her ear.

"She's blonde, her whole room is covered by posters, she wears red lipstick and black eyeshadow." She saw how Katya pulled out a cigarette. "She also smokes, which is very fucking annoying, and also disgusting."