Normally Winged

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I remembered what happened yesterday, but today was now tuesday, a new day.

I heard girls talking about a girl named "Nellie" for her outburst at gym. I walked over to them and butted into the conversation.

"Nellie? What about her?"

"Uhm... who are you?"

"I- I'm Carie."

"Your that girl- Im so sorry, did Nellie hurt you?"

"No- who are you-?"

"Oh, bethany!"

The other girls left as we talked.

"So what about Nellie?"

"Well, after second period, she ranted and yelled at anyone who would listen about you, and 'butterfly wings.' She managed to start a group with two other kids, but it's nuthin' serious."

"Huh,.. thank you Bethany, see ya around!"

"See ya Carie!"

The bell rung, and I headed to history.

History passed quick, and so did gym. Nellie avoided me, and kept staring at me from a distance. Soon enough it was lunch.

During lunch, I sat with Matthew, Germ, Darla, and her boyfriend, who was more of an acquaintance to me.

I didn't eat anything, I wasn't hungry. Darla offered me some ham, which I refused. Again, wasn't hungry. She gave the ham to Germ instead.

I felt someone grab my shirt, and out of instinct, whipped around and punched them in the face. I looked, and saw Nellie, standing there, holding her bruised cheek. On the ground by her was a camra with a barely cracked screen. She lunged and me, aiming for my shirt.

Darla tackled her again, but Nellie managed to top her on the ground. Darla rolled her over and scratched at her arms. She punched her in the chest and arm, landing only one on the face. Nellie clawed darla, leaving marks and some blood, before trying to strangle her. The History teacher and principal ran over, and pulled them away from each other, but not without Darla landing a kick in the gut to Nellie.

Me, Darla, and Nellie were taken to the principal's office, where the camra footage was reviewed. Nellie got suspended for a week, and Darla for a day.

I was forced to continue my day like I wasn't almost just mauled, and headed to language arts. We were told to write a paragraph about an insect. I thought about it, my wings, as I decided to research butterflies.

School ended, and I got on the bus. When I walked on, a few people yelled "BUTTERFLY GIRL!" and threw paper at me. I put up my arm and blocked the paper as I walked to the back of the bus and sat down. The kids followed me back and kept throwing paper.

"Fuck off!"

"How about you lay a cocoon, butterfly!"

"Thats not even how it works!"

I pushed one of the kids, and he fell into the seat opposite me. He started crying, and him and his friends went back to the front.

I put in my earplugs and listened to my youtube playlist. It was filled with a few hundred songs, but I only played the first three.

As soon as I got home, I dropped my bag by the door and headed to my room, opening my computer. I searched up the patterns on my wings. I tore off my shirt and pulled up the back of my bra. I stuck out my wings, and studied them. I then looked back at the pictures.

Painted lady, and Monarch, but my wings, not orange, are blue and purple.