Blind to Beauty

Chapter Seven

“True beauty is not related to what color your hair is or what color your eyes are. True beauty is about who you are as a human being, your principles, your moral compass.” ― Ellen DeGeneres, Seriously...I'm Kidding

     Unlike most people I actually enjoyed Mondays. I looked at it as a new beginning for life. The beginning of a brand new week and another chance to make this week better than the last; that’s the way I looked at it. Lacey on the other hand, looked at Mondays like any other person does; misery.

     She walked into school, her hair a knotted mess and eyeliner smeared around her eyes. Unlike myself who was dressed nicely in a green pair of jeans and a simple blue button-up blouse, she was in her most ripped jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. I could already tell she was in a bear of a mood by the way she was stomping down the hall and barking insults and people to move out of her way. Lacey was not a Monday or a morning person.

     “Hey there, Sunshine,” I said in my most cheerful voice.

    “Cel, I’m going to kill you,” she grumbled, “stop acting so goddamn cheery. Why can’t you be miserable like me? Ever hear misery loves company?”

    “Yeah, but I’m just so happy to see your beautiful face and charming personality that I couldn’t help but being cheerful,” I snickered.

     “I’m going to kill you one day. And then you won’t be so goddamn cheery,” she cursed under her breath.

     “You wouldn’t be able to live without me,” I flipped my hair over my shoulder, mimicking her signature sarcastic girly thing.

     “Maybe, but we’ll never find out unless I kill you,” she threatened.

     I ignored her thinking it best to let her fume in her own anger for a little bit. She’d be better by lunch. She always was. She wasn’t one to stay in a bad for too long. Unless it’s right after a bitter break up. Then she was in a bad mood for God knows how long. It depended on how into the guy she was.

    “So want to tell me about your night out Saturday?” I asked, just remembering she had gone out that night.

    “Not really,” she sulked.

     “Then you can tell me at lunch,” I said, and patted her arm and walked off in the direction of my first period class.

    Lacey gave a small nod and a raise of her eyebrows to let me know she acknowledged what I had said, and she headed off to her locker to find whatever book it was she needed for her first class of the long Monday.

    I arrived to my first period class which just happened to be Wellness. In this class we were learning first aid skills, CPR, AED and how to deal with stress and make ourselves healthier. It wasn’t the worst class in the world, but it wasn’t exactly one of my favorites. I didn’t like having to do mouth-to-mouth with a life-sized doll named Annie that felt extremely life like.

     There was already a small group of people in the class, and they were all reading the review sheets we had been given Friday. There was a big test on CPR and AED today, and I hadn’t bothered to study. Most of the things were common sense solutions, and majority of our grade was going towards the hands-on test.

     I sat down at my usual desk and pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through my text messages. I hadn’t received anything of interest. A bunch of those forward messages, which you’d die if you didn’t forward it. I didn’t understand why high school seniors still sent these. I was still alive and I’d not sent over a hundred of these messages.