The Corpse That Lived.

Chapter 2

At St. Mary's school for girls, all the holy children were absolutely and perfectly normal thank you ever much. They all were perfectly obedient, perfectly happy, perfectly worshipful.

If you looked at the dictionary definition of perfect you would likely see a description of St. Mary's school for Girls. That is, if you don't take in to account Lola "No-name", the 'freaky girl' who could not for the life of her fit in.

While the blonde haired, blue eyed girls were perfectly normal, Lola was abnormal. While they were able to have full faith in god. Lola was skeptical. A typical sign of a horrid person as the matron said.

You see, Lola discovered at the young age of 6 that she was special in a way that no one else she has met is. Not only for the lightning bolt shaped scar she carried on her forehead, or for her status as an 'unloved and unwanted burden' to the matron, but because she can perform magic.

The first time Lola performed this magic, she was staving and one the girl's food suddenly was in her. She was of coursed slapped her stealing and no one bribed her when she said that the food just suddenly appeared on her hands. Lying in her bunkbed that same night, young Lola considered the possibilities for why the plate repaired itself. She didn't believe that it was a coincidence that she desperately wanted it to be fixed to avoid the matrons's sharp slaps, but she had to consider other possibilities.

The longer she laid there nursing her injuries, the smaller the list of possibilities shrank. Lola didn't believe thats someone gave it to her as she had never heard of those before. She also didn't believe that someone else in the house made it happen since she was the only one who saw the plate falling before it broke. She was also likely the only one who wanted the plate to be repaired the second it shattered in order to avoid her classmates's wrath.

Lola was rather young, but even she could add up two and two to come to the conclusion that if it was freaky magic then it could have only came from the freak in the corner. The next morning after the stolen food, Lola was locked in the dark basement all day due to the bruises and marks the Matron hands and belt left on the visible parts of her body. It was the price for their 'generosity' for taking her in when no one else would.

Usually, this would be a cause for concern for Lola, who knew she wouldn't be given even a scrap of food unless she completed her list of chores, but since deciding that it was a possibility she could do magic she wanted more alone time to see if it was a one time incident or not.

The young girl wasn't sure how to start. She thought back to the prior night and tried to remember exactly what she was thinking and feeling when the plate repaired itself. She knew she was scared, and she remembered thinking she didn't want the plate to be broken but she didn't remember saying anything out loud that could have been considered a spell, because, as all children knew, even the Fairy Godmother herself had to say bippity bopitty boo in order to change the pumpkin to a carriage.

Lola gathered a piece of paper stuck to her wall that proudly stated 'Lola's Room' and ripped it in half. She laid the two halves of paper on the cot right next to her legs and closed her eyes and thought to herself, I'm scared and I want this paper to be fixed. I'm scared and I want this paper to be fixed.

She repeated this mantra a couple times before peeking open one eye to check. She felt bitter waves of disappointment hitting her when saw the paper was still ripped. When Lola peeked open one eye to see if it worked, she felt more disappointment than she had before in her life. It was still ripped.

So Lola tried again.

And again.

And again.

On the fifth try, Lola had to fight hard against the tears that were prickling her eyes and making her nose sting. All she wanted was one thing, just one thing. Why couldn't she have it? Lola didn't ask for much. She never asked for her parents to return, she never asked for new clothes that fit just right. Lola didn't ask for hugs or for big plates of food like the other kids got.