"What about you? Do you have a partner," asks Shelly.
"Umm... N-no," I say, flustered by the information she just thrusted upon me, like it was no big deal. "I've been too busy focusing on breathing right. If we are being honest here, I have no idea what I like."
"Maybe we can figure it out together. By the way you look amazing today." Just then the bell rings. "Well see you later. Can't wait for Saturday." She waves, stands, tosses her tray, and walks away. I stand slowly and toss my tray. Walking to my last class of the day.
Still thinking about the conversation I just had I take my seat, not realizing that the whole class is staring at me, especially one pair of eyes.
"Who are you and what did you do with Fish?" Macey's voice fills my ears. I turn to look at her and smirk.
"Oh, crazy, cranky princess. Its still me, I just took a little swim in the Ocean of Transformations." I curve my newly plush, easily pink lips, and give her a tiny wave. I turn around as the second bell rings, signaling the start of class. I place my head on the palm if my hand as my elbow rests on my desk. This pose shows of my beautifully colored nails to Macey, making her glare burn in my back.
When the bell rings I start to gather my school supplies off my desk. The teacher leaves the room and Macey slams her hands on my desk. I look up only slightly startled. We stare at each other for a few seconds before she nods her head slightly. I feel something cool on the top of my head. I attempt to move away from the sudden cold turning to see Macey's right-hand woman pulling a drink bottle away. The liquid left in the bottle was a dark color I was too panic to try and figure out the specific color right then. I stand and move towards the bathroom quickly. As I pass the dispenser I grab as many paper towels as I can and end up in front of the mirror. The liquid runs every direction. Down the back of my hair, onto my face. As I reach up to wipe off the now obvious strawberry smoothy, I notice I don't need to. The smoothy just glides right off my head.
When the liquid has completely puddled on the floor I examine my appearance. There are no red stains in my hair. My face is completely smooth and dry. Nothing is left sticky or clumped together.
Amazed I drop the paper towels I'd been holding. I look at them and the puddle of smoothy next to them. Realizing I shouldn't leave such a mess for the janitors I use my foot with the towels the wipe up the smoothy. When the towels are soaked and the floor is dry I pick up the towels and toss them in the trash bin before walking out the bathroom door.
Macey and her friend are standing against the wall opposite the bathroom. At first they are smiling with their whole face, then they see that I am unharmed by the smoothy attack and their jaws drop to the floor. I walk past them back to the classroom to pick up the rest of my things and walk back out. Moving to my locker I see that Macey and her friend are still standing in front of the bathroom. They are whispering urgently to each other. I mentally pump my fist. I have unintentionally out smarted them and made them panic.
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Breathing Water
FantasyMy name is Oyster Estuary. I am 17 years old. I have suffered from the inability to breath oxygen properly for as long as I can remember. My classmates think its weird that I have to get help breathing from a little inhaler practically every hour (t...