Part 1- Chapter 1-Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

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"Beatrix! Beatrix! BEEEEEAAATRIXXXXX-A!" Its Kron. His oily eyes staring down at me. He pulls off my blanket, which was only half covering me anyway.

"Wake up, you ugly kraken." I kick off him my bed.

"Why are you up so early, Kron? School only starts in 3..." I'd fallen asleep. I hit my forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."- with each stupid I hit myself harder- "Hey Kron, could you do me a favour and get me my stupid school uniform?"

He looks at me for a second as if considering. "Eh... maybe." He thought a bit more. "What will you give if I do?"

"Um.... My rain jacket?" Kron hates being in the rain, I really hope that feeling is stronger than the amusement he gets from annoying me. 

"Yeah, sure." Kron skips sarcastically away. Everything he does is sarcastic.

After he was gone, I sit up and stretched my arms out in front of me and swoop my tail out from under me. The stupid thing's gone numb again. Kron skips back in with my uniform.

"Here you go." He says, gives me a sarcastic wink and skips right back out of my room. I roll my eyes and groggily pull on my ugly uniform. Complete with a strangling black tie, annoyingly itchy dress shirt and a way too long checked blue skirt. Long white cricket socks and tight heeled leather shoes. I think I'll let my poor, probably broken rib cage a break today and leave the too tight corset at home. Mama makes me wear one every day. She says I look ugly without it. I don't actually care that my waist isn't small. I'm 14. Why should I care. Same thing with my hair. Hate washing it, don't wash it. It's greasy and looks like a bird nest, don't care. Why should I care? It's too long anyway. And no one lets me cut it. It's raven black too. Dhalia would say that she loves ravens. That I am lucky to have such similarity to these intelligent and beautiful animals. I would take comfort in that, if she was around to say it. 

I push myself out of bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Everything is so stupid. I push my way out of my room and turn into the corridor. Ow. That isn't the corridor. It's the stupid mirror that's placed in front of the other mirror so that it just reflects everything in the other mirror, creating an infinite passage of mirrors. I wince and rub my head. I look into the infinite reflection, and I see myself blinking idiotically at the big purple mound growing on my head. My greasy black hair is sticking out in all directions, my grey eyes look like storm clouds framed by grey- brown eye bags. I stick my tongue out at the mirror, and it echoes me. This is stupid.

Now, with my vision fully restored I step down the real corridor and enter the dining room. Kron is sitting there chewing on his spoon, already finished his breakfast. I walk to the kitchen and grab a bowl, spoon, milk and cereal box and slide into a chair. I then stuff my breakfast in my mouth and watch my brother grab his bag and leave without me. I'll be late for school.

"A-maz-ing." I mumble sarcastically. But I didn't care. I don't think I've ever cared about school really. We just learn stupid things, like maths and English and religious studies. They are all just excuses for making kids bored. They want to make us bored all the time, so we'll grow up to be boring and normal, and then we'll die and create another generation of kids that'll be boring and normal.

I sigh and get up leaving my plate for some one else to clean up. I pick up my miserably grey school bag, sling it over my back and walk out the door.

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Please don't walk out

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