Moody

SEVEN: OPAL

SEVEN: OPAL

Wednesday

"Sweetie...," mom said sternly. "I know you're lying. Your hair is green."

I glanced at the hair that was flowing over my shoulder. Sure enough, it was green.

I sighed. "I had a dream I was part of this village in the wild and people came to kill us."

Mom's stern expression fell.

"But I have to get ready now or I'll be late."

I threw some random food in my lunch, then shoved it in my bag and left the house. I'd never needed to lie before. And I hoped I would never have to again. She had found me out immediately.

It was a good thing I had been vague.

The air was chilly on my cheeks, biting at them and turning them pink. I shoved my hands in my pockets.

A lock of hair blew into my face. It was pink. I felt nervous.

I wished I had pet my cats before darting out of the house.

I watched the leaves crunch under my feet. It was getting colder every day. Winter was coming. As was Halloween, but that wouldn't be until the end of October.

Coming closer to the front doors, I saw Tessa and Jonah, speaking to Deborah. She still had brown hair.

"Hey guys," I said with a small wave of my hand.

"Hey Opal," Jonah said with a grin, heading toward me. He took my backpack and looked at me mischievously.

"Oh no, Jonah, not again," I said, fear in my eyes.

He laughed villainously, then took off down the hallway with my bag.

I screamed "Jonah!" after him, but he kept running.

I fumbled with my boots, trying to take them off, then ran after Jonah, seeing a grin surrounded by brown hair in the corner of my eye.

I rounded a corner to see Jonah leaning against the wall, holding my bag off one finger, and smirking.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Jonah, drop the bag."

He gave himself a thoughtful look, then said, "Nah, you're going to have to catch me." Then he winked at me and ran again.

I sighed. He was giving me more exercise than P. E. did.

But still I ran after him. He had my food.

My hair was probably red now, as I couldn't find him. If he was in one of the boy's bathrooms I would hurt him. On purpose this time.

I heard a giggle behind me and spun around to see a foot peeking around the corner. I put myself up to the wall and snuck towards it, then jumped around the corner, tackling Jonah.

"Gah!"

"Haha, got you! Now give me my bag!"

"You scared me," he panted.

"Poor baby," I said in a monotone. My hair was obviously purple. You didn't need to look at it, you could just tell by my voice. "You should have thought about that before you stole my possessions."

"Jeez, sorry," he said. "Take your bag then."

I snatched it, a glare on my face.

"I was just having fun, lighten up."

I glared harder, then opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it and turned away with a huff.

"Opal?"