Anomalous (REWRITING)

Anomalous

Life isn't fair.

It's awful for me. It's a big black hole that sucks me in because of who I am. But why?

 Tomorrow is the day. The day Every fifteen-year-old goes through. The day I find out if I can stay in Celestia, or be sent away from my family to the terrible opposite side, Bellicose.

I know that's where I'm going.

I just know it.

My mother tells me that it's a place of darkness. Where people are filled with pride, lies, and disrespect.

Whenever I'm doing something wrong she tells me, "Charlotte, look at yourself. That's Bellicose in your eyes right now. You don't want that." But that is how I'm going to live. How I'm going to change. I've already been a trouble-maker lately.

But if I go to Bellicose, I won't be Charlotte, the girl who is a little angel and never does anything wrong,

I also won't be Charlotte, the girl who has a hard time with being Celestia-material.

I will be Charlotte, the girl full of bellicose. A girl who doesn't stay a day away from a lie, away from a curse word, or away from the pride in the city.

I don't want that,

But I guess I'll have to live with it.

I scoot out of my chair and put my bowl in the sink. I scrub it with soap until it shined again. Then I pick it back up, and put it back in the cabinet.

I head back to the living room and check the time; 7:45.

Crap. School starts at eight.

I go back to my room and throw a t-shirt and jeans on. I brush my Carmel colored hair and the knots at the ends, splitting them.

"Charlotte, hurry your going to be late!" My mother says as she walks across the hallway.

"I know I'm almost ready!" I continue getting ready, as I think about tomorrow. What will they do to me? Will they ask me a bunch of personal questions? Will they make me do something that could risk me losing my life? I don't know clue about anything about the test. For the past year I've been trying to get my mother to tell me something, but she won't budge.

After I'm finished getting ready, I sling my white backpack that I doodled all over. I love drawing; whenever I'm sad, I listen to music on the radio that I spent years saving up on, while drawing random things, and BOOM! Happiness takes over.

I grab the key off my dresser and head out the door

"Bye Mother!" I call as I walk though the doorway.

"Bye sweetie have a great day! And don't forget to-

I cut her off with the slam of the door. I know what she was about to say. I know what she wants me to do. She was going to go on and on about how I need to be nice when I'm at school. How I should talk nicely and say please and thank you and blah blah blah.

I was tired of that crap.

I was tired of being the little angel my mother wanted me to be.

There's a fire and my eye every time my mother talks to me about these things.

And it wants out.

And it's not afraid to burn a few people in the process.

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