Darkness of Emotion

School Is Bad For Us

School is one of the most horrid places I have been to. Not only because of my lack of friends. The schedule was always the same. Meet Scarlet, enter the building, learn, eat, learn, go home  repeat.

My principal, Mrs. Fatt (Yes, that is her real name), was obsessed with hunting Wishes. The only reason Scarlet and I have survived is because of her stealth. So we basically stuck to the shadows. At our first, our teacher announced that our principal was going to check the school for Wishes. Then she says that anyone that dyed their hair to go wash it off in five minutes. Scarlet and I ran out of the room, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Lamb. "What are you chicks doing out here? You two get into the bathroom right now."

"Yes, ma'am" Scarlet and I said in unison. Then ran off to the bathrooms.

In the bathrooms, we saw many other girls washing off their dye. Scarlet was frustrated with that and then dragged me to the unused shower.

As usual, we tied our "conceal-cloths" to our heads and poured water over them. 

After we were done with all the dirty wash-your-hair business, we headed back to class. Turns out that Mrs. Fatt had already been here. We sighed. The rest of the day went relatively quickly.

Later that day, Scarlet and I met up at my house, only to be kicked out by my mom. Why she was so evil and mean to us, I had no idea. This just made me want to hang around Scarlet more. So that is what we did. Our 'secret base' was in the park, under the second bench from the parking lot. There we kept all kinds of odds and ends there, in case we needed to run away.

" Hey Skyler?"

" Yeah, say what?"

"What do you think is wrong with us? Your mom keeps kicking us out, Mrs. Fatt seems to hate us, that sheepskin-wearing woman at the candy store.... she is the worst. Why does everyone hate us?" Scarlet seemed to be near tears so I just sat there. not knowing what to do. Like me, she hardly ever showed any emotion, so this meant that this was particularly hard on her.

"Shhh.... Calm down. You don't want to be seen like this in public, do you?"

"No." And with that she stopped crying, although she still looked pretty fragile.

We just walked home- we got a soup can on the way- and climbed up the stairs to our attic. Landlady was busy working out somewhere. Funny, she worked and was pretty rich, but she never shared her luxuries with us. We ate the soup without complaining about the taste. Somehow we managed to scrape up a few candles. We said our wishes over the food and ate.

That night we wrote a letter to our sister as we did whenever we felt down. The letter was formatted to let her know of how much we missed her. It also told her of how down we sometimes felt.

Dearest Wendy,

We hope this letter finds you in good health. This week has been extremely nice, save for a few encounters. The saleslady from the candy and ice-cream store across the street hit us yesterday. Our cheeks still have the red marks on them. Anyway, what do we do now? Our hair is getting more problematic than ever. It's now visible that the color is not actually dyed. The girls at school are mocking us for never smiling, getting good grades on tests, or talking to anyone but us. What do we do? Please, Wendy. We need your guidance. Please respond to at least some of our letters. If you are unable to respond, at least send us some money for candles and sweaters. We know that you passed and our requests might be a tiny bit hard to fulfill. The shock is still not over us. But we never cry over you, as you told us that fateful day before you left.

We could really use some guidance in our lives right now. Please write back; we await your response.

Your Sisters,

Skyler Congreve and Scarlet Ellison

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