Living the Abnormal Life (It comes with purple hair!)

Part 1: Career Day

Today was the day. I made sure my long, shiny purple locks of hair were brushed and ironed, ready for the last Friday of the school year, career day. I My school wasn't like other schools in career day, though. As soon as you go to school, the separate you by personality. From there, they split you by physical ability. Most groups at this time are 2-6 people, a significant decrease from the class size.

"Are you ever going to be ready?!" My mom called from downstairs. Man I loved that woman but sometimes I just... Oof. That's normal for my age, though.

Luckily she had made my lunch the night before, so I could take my time this morning. I'm a vegetarian and she knows it, but my dad always seems to forget. Eh, I don't really care, but it gets on my nerves when he mockingly says "oh right, you're a vegetariaaan so faaancyyy."

My light hair usually bounced as I grumpily trudged down my freshly carpeted stairs, but since it was ironed, the effect was lost and I just walked down to meet my impatient mother. There wasn't time to eat breakfast today, but I don't mind, I could skip a day. My little yellow messenger bag was hanging on the wall, all packed and ready. I smoothed out my silky black school uniform with my palms, almost in an attempt to shake out stress.

'I don't know why I'm so stressed out. I shouldn't be. I'll be fine. My job is going to be great. Maybe I'll be a doctor and help people. Yeah, I wanna help people,' I thought. I kissed my mother's cheek, not paying any attention to the small motivational speech she was trying to give. I'm sure I'd heard it before, probably with some test. I jogged off down my dark, paved driveway. It had just rained, and the sweet, satisfactory smell of wet pavement brought a smile to my face. I hopped on the bus, taking the last seat. Lucky for me, my best friend and only friend, Eaden always saved a spot for me. "I protect it with my life," she tells me everyday. "Yeah yeah, scooch over," is my consistent response. Then it's followed by a series of eye rolls from one of us until the other notices, then the roller gets a punch in the arm. Good times.

The bus seems to be crawling slower than usual today, but I know it's just because I inherited my mom's impatience. 'I'm nervous as hell, could you just hurry up?!' I thought.

At last, we reached our destination. Now all I wanted to do was climb back into the bus. Everywhere you looked, lips were moving. You couldn't block out the irritatingly loud chatter even if you tried.
"What job do you think you're gonna get?" I heard a scrawny boy, no taller than 5'2 ask who appeared to be his best friend, a chubby guy around 5'5.

"Oh, I dunno, I hope a chef, I really like to cook and my dad was a baker, so that's definitely what I want to do!" He replied.

Similar conversations were being held across the courtyard. I wanted to continue more on my mother's path, which was a surgeon, but as I stated earlier, I'd just be a doctor... Or maybe a psychiatrist?

The bell for class rang sharply in my ear. I whooshed open the door to my class with a loud bang as it hit the wall. I slammed my books and bag into the table, creating more noise. That's all I need now. I grab a pen and a notebook, starting to doodle. My teacher comes by, all dressed up in her pastel-pink pantsuit and her hair up in a bun that almost makes my mouth water, it's so close to being a cinnamon roll. She squats down and looks into my eyes. Her's are a stunning green, her hair a chocolaty brown. Her body was something you'd see in a museum, as if it were carved of soft marble to create something guys and girls alike would drool over.

"No drawing on career day. Five minutes and we start separation," she told me. I didn't realize it would start so quickly.

We wait a few minutes for everyone to get settled in before she begins.

"Alright, is everyone here?" She asks, doing a quick head count. "Okay then. I'm going to start by giving you guys these little bubble sheets," she said, motioning to a small stack of papers, "I want everyone to fill these out according to what you believe fits best..." She talked for I-don't-know-how-long before handing is the sheets. They were the personality parts. I sighed and handed mine in first. I was always first.

Now I'm sitting down, every physical test and personality test has been taken. I'm fiddling with the hem of my uniform. There're only three people in here with me, my teacher, a sky blue haired girl, and a bleach-blonde guy. Everyone here is, like me, beautifully built. We all are wearing our school uniforms, and we're all wearing some band or anime wristband. I recognize a couple, P!ATD and Attack on Titan are worn by the girl, while MCR and Tokyo Ghoul are on the boy. I look down at my own. Asking Alexandria, Tokyo Ghoul, Attack on Titan, and Free! references decorate my wrists. I smile because I feel proud to have the most bracelets in the room. We've been in here for over twenty minutes, what's going on? I wonder. Ms. Harrison, my teacher, checks her watch and a devilish grin spreads across her face.

"Now," she whispers. Before any of us have time to react, my fellow students and I have broken pieces of glass lodged into our arms and legs. My hair gets caught in the chair, so I guess I'll take it with me. I grab the backs of my acquaintances and charge for the door, in vain attempt to open it.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on here?!" I ask my teacher. Sirens are blaring, and I look back to see the broken windows. That's not all I see. Two large, shadowy figures reach down and grab my shoulders. I yelp in pain, almost forgetting the chair is still caught in my hair. I don't know how I managed to carry these kids by their backs but somehow I did, because they're out cold. I look down at them to see a matching dart in each of their collars. They've been drugged. I look back at the men, squinting and cursing.
I feel my neck and, surely enough, we're a trio. My dart is lodged even deeper than their's, from what I gather. How... The hell... Am I still... My vision slowly gets clouded by dark, colorless splotches.

++AUTHOR'S NOTE++

Yo! I've been thinking about making this story for about a year, so I'm starting it now! I thought I should leave it on a nice place, like this is probably where a commercial break would be? I guess? Anyways, hope you enjoyed and yada yada thanks for reading etc.