Heavens Demons

Chapter 3

“She always had that look about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.”
-Unknown
    Second day of school and I was practically going off the deep end.  I mean it's only the second day and they want me to attend SIX classes.  This of course does not include P.E or the required sport we must take.  Sighing I walked to my locker and pulled out a book of fine poetry. 
    It was time for math class but I already had a headache and did not wish to worsen it.  My mom already warned me against skipping class however she also told me that looking out for myself was most important.  Two different occasions of course but I choose that latter.  It was only one class anyway, I'd be back for Biology. 
    Walking out the door I was hit by the bright sunlight.  Winsing at the pain that struck the unprotected parts of my body(given there were not many, mostly my face and hands… but it still hurt like crap), I drew the hood of my hoodie up and continued walking off campus.  Skipping class is one thing, getting caught is another.  
45 minutes later…
Opening the door to the school I was just in time all the doors opened and students came pouring in.  Dodging some and nodding passively to others small talk, I finally made it to my locker sliding my book back into place.  Then I waited.
No doubt sooner or later a orange haired goody tooshoos is going to run down the halls exclaiming-
“Li-lly” painting the girl paused catching her breath, “di-d you… skip class again.”
“Look Maple, I never go to math that's just how it is besides you'll share your notes right?”  I said flashing a mischievous smile.
Matching my smile she handed me a set of notes, “I knew you would ask so I made two copies I got a few weird looks but whatever.”   
    Laughing, I sighed she really was a good friend.  Honest and kind, how lucky am I.(I envy her in that way, I could never be so kind nor honest. Heaven knows I have a world of secrets.  A few of which are better kept behind closed doors.)  After chatting for a while we headed off to our next class, biology.
    Sitting In class I took a few notes and stared at the back of this boy's head.  His hair was cut quite unevenly but I was at a loss to know whether it was intentional or not.  After class everyone was exiting; I was as well when my name was called by the teacher. 
    “Mrs. Wyllt, I just wanted to talk to you about something if you don't mind.”
    Turning my head down I rolled my eyes, nodding as I walked in front of his desk.
    “As per school rules makeup is not allowed to be worn on school premises unless on picture day or the other few exceptions.  So if you could wipe it all in between your classes that would be preferable”
“Of course it would.” I said with a sigh walking out before another word could be spoken. 
“Lilly what did you do?” Maple asked abruptly, almost slamming into me.
“Apparently, I've lost the ability to express myself as a woman.  I can't wear makeup, I know you told me but I didn't expect them to be such bitches about it.” I said, sighing as I made my way to the bathroom.
Following me Maple replied “Were they being rude I can go talk to them, who was it?”
‘No Maple it's fine just hand me my makeup wipes'  Staring at my reflection I caught the red in my eyes flaring up, fuck mirrors, they made my secret so painfully obvious.  I quickly turned away not wanting my carefree friend to notice.  But it was too late…
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    Oooohhhhhhh… nooouuuuuu.. Why ME?  Why NOW?  AHhhhhhhhh, I'VE GOTTA PEEEEEEEE!!!  I screamed in my head, thoughts swirling and spinning.  My day has been crazy and this long afternoon period is no exception.  I had just escaped from a grueling hour long second period math class (by escape I mean I was excused by the bell, but I like to imagine myself an epic hero in my own story; childish or not), which is a complete and utter relief as I had to pee the entire time.  However, our stupid little- I mean most amazing- math teacher made it perfectly clear at yesterday’s introductory class that if you are not in an emergency, your academics come before your comfort.  To me, this screams a red flag, but then again, people have always said that I often act overexargently. 
    Anyways, back to the present moment, I rush into the bathroom and halt in complete despair.  All the stalls are full and there is a line to the door. 
Why freaking me?  I thought through pursed lift and pinched brows.  I guess it's on to plan fricken B.  I have to do the unthinkable.  The crazy and absurd.  The, I think with a shutter, unsanitary.  
I lifted my head up high and then lowered it edmiatly to illemant any suspicion.  I pulled up my baby blue hoodie and practically ran (the best I could with my thighs pinched tightly together) into the boy’s room.  Which is normally vacant because at this time the men are out vaping on the roof.  Private schools, I thought with a shudder.  Knowing this trend however, did not stop my anxiety as I opened the tall, way too heavy, door.  To my relief the bathroom was empty.  Or, so I thought. 
I quickly walked into a stall (I was relieved to see they had two fully enclosed ones, men deserve privacy too) and shut the door.  I sat down with a sigh and finished up quickly, not wanting to be seen.  The hope of getting out unnoticed shattered when I opened the stall door and I met eyes with the boy from my English class.  The one I sat next to.  The one with the musical accent, messy hair, and mysteriously, melancholy eyes.  I stared into those same eyes for a brief second before I ran out of that bathroom as fast as my little legs could carry me. 
I cannot believe I just did that.  What the hell do I do now?  Come on Maple, you could have at least explained that the girl’s room was full and you had to tinkle really bad.  I mean I cant help girls tend to flock together so we all decided to piss at the same time.  Shit, I cussed in my head.  Man.  Wait, back to the priorities.  WHAT THE FRICK DO I DO?!  I know, I’ll find Lil, she’ll know what to do!  I smiled at this simple conclusion.  I mean, Lil is good at this awkward situation thing.  At least I think she is. 
I ran to the place in the halls where our lockers stood next to each other.  I made sure of this when we got into this fancy pants school and was one of the requirements I made with my mom that got her to get me to attend this snot bag school in the first place.  That I shared a locker location and twin class schedule with my only true friend: Lily. 
I found her putting her books back into her locker noisily.  By the look of her expression she was in deep contemplation of something and I had a bone to pick with her because she was missing from our Algebra class.  Meaning, she skipped.  Not unlikely but still worrying in my opinion.  What if she got caught? 
I turned back my attention to the situation at hand, making brief conversation (by that I mean loudly calling her out in the middle of the hallway, oop), handing over notes, and was about to go into my desperate story when the bell for our next class sounded above our heads. 
Great.
We both made a desperate race for the class that was HALFWAY ACROSS THE FRICKEN SCHOOL, making it in time for our glorious teacher to make his introduction.  We sat down, me with embarrassment at being late (even if only slightly) and Lil with a feeling of complete indifference.  This is going to be a long day, I thought as our Biology teacher handed out a pop quiz. 
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    My heart skipped a beat when Lil was called to stay behind class to talk with the teacher.  I thought he was going to bust her for skipping math.  Heck, I wasn't done busting her.  However, to my surprise she came out annoyed, but in the way that she feels when someone violates her sense of identity. 
“Lily what did you do?” I asked abruptly, darting over to her without caring that I nearly knocked into her. 
“Apparently, I lost my ability to express myself as a woman.  I can't wear makeup, I know you told me but I didn't expect them to be such bitches about it.” She said, sighing as she started to make her way to that cursed bathroom.
“Were they being rude I can go talk to them, who was it?” I asked as I followed her, wide eyed, like a lost puppy. 
“No Maple, it's fine, just hand me my makeup wipes.”
Handing her the wipes I looked into the mirror, immediately dropping them as I watched my best friend’s, whom I’ve known my entire life, eyes go from their brightly glaring blue, to a dark crimson red.
“Lily, what the fuck is happening.”