Julia Lelieveld and the fifth element

~32~

The next morning, just before the alarm clock, I awoke to the thunder storms outside. That was not a good sign. I immediately had the impression that it was because the practitioners of the elements were angry. I quickly shook off that bad thought.

In the mirror I saw that the scratches I had received yesterday were barely visible. If you knew they were there, you saw it, otherwise you wouldn't.

I put on my dark blue skinny jeans that I could put on my black leather boots. This way my pants would get as little wet as possible in this weather. Then I put on a black long sleeve with a black waistcoat. I put on my black leather jacket and hoped to arrive at school in one piece. Just to be sure, I put a clean set of clothes in my bag. When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see my father sitting at the dinner table. At ease with a cup of coffee.

"Good morning."

"Good morning Dad." I smiled and gave him a kiss. He smiled too.

"I can't bring myself to let you cycle to school in this weather. So I'll drop you off before I go to work."

"Thanks, that's great."

Fifteen minutes later I sprinted from the car to the platform at school. It was still early. But I didn't want Dad to be late for work. I didn't feel like waiting in the library, suppose the rest were there too.

Once in the school, the rain dripped from my hair down my back and dripped onto the floor. Then go to the changing rooms of the gym. I still had a towel in my locker, that would go a lot faster to dry than in the cold air.

I opened the door to the long hallway leading to the gym's locker rooms. It was still dark outside. The light from the fluorescent tubes almost hurt my eyes. Once in the locker room I wanted to walk to my locker, only to see someone sitting on a bench in the middle with her back to me.

I saw it was Simone. The girl I sat behind in math. I recognized her by her red fluffy hair. I got a bit of a weird feeling about it. What was she supposed to do so early in the morning sitting alone in the dressing room on a bench?

I carefully walked over to her.

"Simone, are you okay?"

I was still standing behind her and watched her lift her head slightly. When she started talking, I barely recognized her voice.

"I'm fine, but I won't think about you anymore." She let out a high-pitched laugh.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. What was she talking about?

As I thought that, she turned her head. I was completely shocked. I felt the panic growing in my body.

Her eyes had run out of color, her pupils had dilated and her eyes had turned black. In the whites of her eyes were all small burst veins, it was a very frightening sight. I shivered for a moment. I knew right away that this wasn't right.

This wasn't Simone, she was possessed. The fear had now reached my throat. I tried to swallow it and think clearly. What could I say against evil?

"What are you doing here?" I managed to say with difficulty.

"What am I doing here? Isn't that clear then?" She smiled broadly.

"I'm coming for you." She pointed her finger in my direction.

It got a little dizzy in my head. She had such a powerful aura that it was hard for me to turn my head. Which wouldn't be wise either.

"Do you know? I didn't even know there were practitioners here. But since Tuesday there has been an enormous amount of power coming from here."