Forgotten

Lily

I would be lying if I said it wasn't hideous.
Also lying if I said that I knew what it was.
I just stared at it. It looked alive. It looked dangerous.
So I decided to poke it.
"Eeeewww." I muttered, scrunching up my face as today's mystery meat wobbled on my plate.
"I don't think this is properly dead yet."
Lily just smirked, her perfect, bright red lipstick turned up in the corner on her porcelain face. "Don't play with your food, El." She took a bite of her salad. Fresh, crisp, and brought from home. I glanced out the glass doors of our cafeteria and wished, not for the first time, that I could be Lily Thomas. Her consistently perfect makeup and fashion choices. Her dark curls that framed her pretty face. Her out going personality and petite figure. The fact that she could wear high heels and not fall flat on her face.
"Why did you even get that?" She questioned.
"The only other option was the burrito. And you remember what happened the last time I got that." We both shuttered.
Lily laughed and took a sip of her canned sparkly water, while I chugged the mini jug of chocolate milk.
We were sitting alone at a small table for two off to the side. Not that we didn't have friends, but none of them were in our lunch shift. Tables around us chatted softly. The sound of laughter came from somewhere. Someone coughed. Then something unexpected reached my ears. A distant whooshing, moaning sound. Unlike any sound I had ever heard before.
Lilly's head shot up, a look of startled hope shining on her features. "Oh, that beautiful man!" She exclaimed, jumping up.
"Lily?" I asked as she walked away from the table and down the halls. "Lily?!" Finally, I gave up and followed her.
Lily walked, nearly running, down the hall to the back door, opening it and walking outside. "Lily!" I tried again. We were not allowed to leave the school during school hours. Lily nearly always followed the rules. What was she doing?
I opened the door and looked out to where she had gone. Lily was making her way across a grassy area, running, despite the heels she wore. Her skirt blew in the breeze and she wrapped her arms around her little sweater.
Lily finally stopped just outside something I had never noticed before. A blue box. It had words above the doors, but I couldn't read them from where I stood. Lily hesitated only a moment, before plunging through the doors and inside. "Lily!" I yelled. I wanted to go after her, but I didn't want to get in trouble. I glanced back inside to see if anyone was around. The halls were empty.
I turned back around and looked outside again, but by then the blue box had disappeared.
That was the last time I ever saw Lily Thomas