Open Cage

two: the beginning

I stared into the dusty mirror. Pale blue eyes stared back in wonder. I wiped several old lipstick stains off of my mirror and exhaled sharply preparing for the battle that was to come. I reached for my hair straighteners and vigorously attempted to straighten my tousled curls into submission. After several exhausting minuets I put down the hair straighteners, gave a heavy sigh and reached for my pink lace scrunchy and put my hair up in a messy pony tail instead. Oh well, at least I tried. 

I sat up a little bit and prepared my self both mentally and physically for the battle that was about to take place at my mirror. I reached for my overflowing makeup bag and started to make my mask. I applied everything in a messy way and hoped to high heaven that I would look okay at the end of it. I knew nothing about makeup or what a pretty human face was even supposed to look like. God knows I have never had one. I stared blankly at my new face and smiled slightly thinking to myself that even though I looked like a completely different person, this was a better person, a better version of Ana.

My mum shouted bloody murder up the stairs at me. "Hurry up! You can't always do this! Your going to be late again!". I jumped up, grabbed my floral back pack and skipped as annoyingly as I could (and as slowly as I could) down the stairs to show the demon waiting for me that I would take as long as I wanted to. Her stern look sharply snapped me back into line and I marched out of the door like the robot soldier she prefered me to be.

My trunk and caged torney owl were already in the car. I sat in the front with my mum and made a huge effort to stare in the opposite direction as a statement to show that I was angry with her. She noticed my petty plea for attention and she said "Ana, I don't want us to part like this" in an overly dramatic and movie like way. "I know but I just can't forgive you for what you have done" I replied. "But my love you do not understand the pain I shall feel when you are gone" she said in her best Julie Andrews, angelic voice. I didn't reply I just looked away trying to hold in my laughter. "Come on you silly cow, be happy, your going back to school". "Ugh! But I'm tired!!!" I moaned. She tuted and returned her attention back to the hidious 60's shit that the radio was playing.

The drive to kings cross station was long and tedious. Ameilia was skwarking in the back seat at the moving cars out of the window. She wasn't the cleverest of birds and I don't think she understood that the cars didn't want to play with her. She was tiny and beautiful with light brown plumage with flecks of ginger (that I call orange because... it practically is).

Freddie Mercury and Queen came on the radio singing Bohemian Rhapsody and me and my mum screamed with joy and sang to our hearts delight. We arrived at kings cross station and got out of the car. She didn't bother to leave the car to walk me in or help with my bags so we said goodbye at the car and I walked through the grand entrance with Ameilia quivering in her cage under my arm. She doesn't like big crowds and the one at the station was emence. I wondered through the bustling muggles ready for their mundane lives and approached platform 93/4 where I would set off to start the next chapter of mine.

I spotted my friend Lana and approached her quietly to attempt to make her jump. Unfortunately she knew me too well and was not suprised at all.  We hugged and imediatly started to recount holiday shinanigans  and adventures. It was going to be a long ride on the crimson train but it was fine as long as my bestie was by my side.