Amagadas Academy

Blood on My Hands

{Viewer discretion advised: Drinking, Blood, and a bit of Gore.}

"We're going shopping!" Ophelia exclaimed at breakfast.

Quinn froze whilst taking a bite of her avocado toast. The group smiled and speculated where to go first while anxious thoughts ran through her head.

Shopping? Why me, God?

"Lia, haven't you done enough shopping?" Ophelia's sister–Anastasia asked, sipping her tea. "It's horrible for our environment and it wouldn't kill you to repeat an outfit every once and awhile."

"For one," Ophelia started, glaring at her sister. "It's called being fashionable, something that you wouldn't understand, would you? Second, I've been forced to repeat an outfit multiple times during the past months!"

Francis was suddenly very interested in the wallpaper and ceiling of the dining room. Clarence studied his nail which had been bit down during their flight. Nadiya sipped her tea and shared a 'Are they doing this right now?' look with Quinn. 

"Girls, we have guests," Mrs. Nelson reminded her daughters. "Keep acting up and you can forget about that shopping trip."

"Fine." the sisters chorused, stabbing their forks into their pancakes with spite.

The rest of breakfast was silent with the exception of Mari's nintendo switch. Darting awkward glances at each other from the painful silences. Fortunately, everyone broke apart once Francis begrudgingly finished his salad and smoothie.

"We'll meet outside once everyone's ready," Ophelia instructed, gesturing to the door. "Got it?"

With chorused nods, they raced up the staircase like F1 racers.

The doors closing behind her, Quinn strided towards her duffel. In total, she had five outfits. She chose her most basic one out of all of them. A pair of blue bell-bottom jeans, a cotton black crop top, and an oversized blue and beige cardigan that fell to her hips. . Overall, not the worst pick for the cold November weather that felt more like winter than fall.

From the front compartment of her bag, she took out lipstick and her knife. She slid it into the back of her jeans where it would be covered by her cardigan.

Just in case.

Moving towards the mirror, she put the lipstick on her cheeks and rubbed it across her soft lips.

Once done, she joined the other outside. 

The group's style was diverse to say the least. Clarence had a gothic look, Francis looked like he was in the middle of a fashionable identity crisis, Nadiya appeared like she just left a meadow where she was galloping with unicorns and deer, while Ophelia looked like her name. Wealthy and clever. All the name brands they had on made Quinn's Goodwill clothes and hand-me-downs stand out like a sore thumb.

During the ride to the first stop, the knife's handle pressed into her back with bruising pain. Every bump and turn reminded her of its presence . A sense of comfort flooded her surroundings with its presence.

"We're here!" Ophelia exclaimed.

Look, she was mostly an asshole and found most things uninteresting. Yet somehow, when the term "shopping" entered the conversation her eyes glossed over and suddenly she was running towards the nearest store at the speed of light. Quinn couldn't understand how someone could be excited to spend money.