Sciamachy

Chapter 5

Ianthes' pov-

My alarm clock awakened signaling another dose of "what the fuck's" going on in my head. "Ianthe! The sky says hello! If you're lucky on our way to school you could possibly say hello back." My mother called from downstairs. I groaned, dreading this day the most. School.

The sky says hello? Tell him to chill the hell out mom.

I thought irritated at the sudden interruption. I dreamt about him again. It'd been only a few days, but Orion had been haunting me for what seemed like forever. And I didn't want him to stop. Burying myself in my covers once more, I closed my eyes praying that I could still remember his touch.

"Because I always have a way of finding beautiful people." I groaned in frustration as I turned my head to the ceiling, thinking aimlessly about that he had said that faithful day. But a way of finding beautiful people? Please, I'm not beautiful I'm just... different. For a moment I had thought about my appearance.

The curly brown hair, black-brown eyes, and deep brown skin didn't fit everyone's cup of tea. It was obvious throughout the years that I'd be treated different. Sometimes fair, others not so much. Being built up on knowing when I was wanted and when I wasn't came clear during my 8th grade year in Hell.

(Flashback) Oh no. I panicked as I walked in the circular classroom that only had empty seats near others whose looks always intimidated me. Four girls, one me, big problem. I sat next to the blond patch of sunshine who looked like everyone else.

"Umm, may I help you?" She asked sarcastically. I stared for a minute, trying to take in what she was obviously trying to put out. Flat long blond hair with brown lowlights, way too much pink eyeshadow under her eyes making her look like a happy vampire, and tight clothes trying to suffocate but only to be beaten by her small frame.

"Hello?! Earth to retard?"

Her gum popped annoyingly this time, making my face scrunch in disgust. "I'm sorry I was just trying to find a seat," Starting off carefully. Her face softened, probably thinking about what she had just said. "Oh yeah sure there's a seat next to me, I'm sorry abou-"

"Hey! Ashlyn, what are you doing talking to that thing right there?" A snobby voice called out behind the girl named Ashlyn.

Thing?!

"Actually I was just-"

"Chill, I'll just answer for you." This new personality sneered. Once again she was another blonde, and by now I had no idea why so many popular girls were blonde.

Her hair in a high ponytail, with jeans of pure white accompanying her and with her help of, oh look, a black croptop. She snapped her hands towards me trying to get my attention like a fucking dog.

Oh hell no.

"Hey, can you please move? Away? Very, very far away? You're in my seat."

"Oh man sorry about that, I'll just find-"

"I didn't ask for an apology I just wanted you to move. Plus, why is your hair like that?" Self consciously I moved my hand to my hair, not knowing what she was talking about. But clearly this girl is a racist fuck, so I wanted to humor her for a few minutes.

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"It's too big, honestly it's a good thing we're sitting in a circle today because I wouldn't have been able to see behind that mess." She said, still looking at my head of hair as if it insulted her.

"It's inappropriate, and not set for a school environment." The girl smiled proudly feeling good about what it sounded like recited.

"You see my hair for instance, it's seen as professional. Honestly I don't know why you black people tr-"

"I don't give a shit about the problems you have with the hair that grows out of my head. If I wanted to look like you, my hair would be run down to the ground," she looked dumbfounded. "And greasy." I added. Her mouth gaped and left her looking like a fish.

"Obviously someone brainwashed you and made you so concerned about me. But what I want you to do is leave me alone and if you talk shit about my hair again, we're gonna have a problem."

The girl regained her posture clearly not expecting to hear that from me. But still, she smiled sweetly and stretched out her hand. "Hi, let's start over. My name's Savannah and I would like to get to know you more."

Something wasn't right of course, because when I took her hand she spat at me, making me turn the other way in digust. Savannah sneered evilly, saying, " I was just trying to get the dirt off your skin."

I hate her so much. The words kept replaying in my head over and over and over again. I don't think I'll ever-

"Savannah what the fuck!" Ashlyn called out. Why the hell was she defending me? But nevertheless this Ashlyn character yelled at Savannah for what seemed like hours. Later then pushing her to the ground and kicking her in the face, calling her a "Donald Trump minion." It was actually kinda funny, but the situation, was not.

I was tired of being out down about the color of my skin. The others didn't know what it felt like. To be degrading and belittled, put on a scale, told how much people would like you better if you had this and lost that. They had no idea.

The teacher came finally. Separating the two girls and asking we started this mess. She saw the spit on my face and the scratches on Ashlyn's arms an sent us both to the office. And then there we were, siting shoulder to shoulder at first saying nothing to each other.

"Thank you," I mumbled out the side of my mouth. "Oh no problem. Hey, you help me I help you right?" Ashlyn grinned. Yeah, I guess so. (End flashback)

Honestly, it was a good gesture, but I don't need anyone who can't relate to me to stand up for me. Plus, I just wanted to be somewhere were no one can see me ever again like that.

"Ianthe! Come on, we're gonna be late." Mom shouted from downstairs. "Just a second mom!" Jesus what am I gonna wear? Marching towards my closet with a somewhat purpose, I lose myself to a heap full of black and white.

Closing my eyes and smiling to myself, embracing the God of dark colors I say to myself: "Ah, time to annoy the fuck out of mom." Grabbing the closest thing I picked out a black skirt, grey t-shirt, and my regular Nike sweatshirt with vans. Ready as I'll ever be. I sighed in exhaustion. School hadn't even started yet and I'm already tired.

Taking my things I go downstairs to my mom's look of pure disgust. She stared at me until finally saying: "Be glad you have good fashion sense." and left me on my way. "Thanks mom." Sighing in relief as I said that.

With my skateboard in my hand I walked out the door, riding the street with worrying thoughts in my head.

What if it's like all the other schools?

I stopped in my tracks, thinking about the real damage school had done to me. Nah, I'm too lazy to skip school and lie to mom today. Well, what could you do. Shrugging absent mindlessly I got on my board and rode the rest of the way to school, just hoping for the worst not to come.