Twintastrophe

Blythe: The Day I Became a Unicorn

"I know you hate people and all, but this is taking it to a whole new level."

"What makes you say that Adam, dear friend?"

"Blythe, you're wearing a fucking unicorn onesie."

I sank into the chair across from him, sighing in relief. Picking up the nameplate sitting in front of his computer, I traced the black lettering of his name and occupation; Dr. Adam Reed, High School Psychologist.

Adam glanced up from his paper, his converse clad feet crossed at his ankles on top of his table. "How's your mother Blythe?" He questioned, burying his face back into his paper, ears perked in interest.

Letting out a hum of annoyance, I put the nameplate back and pushed back my hood. Midnight black hair tumbled down the small of my back. I parted a couple strands in front to show Adam a small patch where hair had obviously been pulled clean out. "You tell me, Adam."

The twenty-three-year-old man folded his paper over and leaned forward, green-brown eyes narrowed. "Jesus," he shook his head, chestnut brown hair tilting into his eyes.

I let my hair go, smoothing some tendrils over the spot. "Yeah." He let the topic drop and we sat in a pregnant silence until the bell for first period rang and I stood up.

"First plague: the Nile turned into?" Adam piped up and I gnawed on my bottom lip before responding.

"Blood," I answered, frowning at the disturbingly vulgar memories flashing through my head. Adam filled in the answer, peeking up once at me.

"There is no mightier force than a woman scorned by lost," Adam told me, staring at me as if I was harder than any crossword puzzle he ever solved.

"I'll remember that while I'm being lectured about my dead ancestors," I joked, sending him a wave as I shoved his door and exited the only place I've ever felt safe. 

"Shit!" Someone cried as I knocked into someone causing both of us to collapse. I stood, not waiting for the shouts and words of venom to began. "Wait!" The girl called and I froze out of instinct. A crowd had already begun to form, recognizing me even with my disguise on. I could already pick out the disgusted and scornful glares from the cheerleading squad and the lustful, perverted stares from the football team. "You dropped this!" 

Startled by the light tone of the words, my head darted up and I was met by warm, melted chocolate colored eyes. She smiled at me, gesturing towards my notebook in her hands. Noticing that she held the book she held was my diary, I snatched it out of her hands, mumbling thanks under my breath. 

"No problem," the pretty blonde answered, either not minding or ignoring my hostility. "My name's Addison." 

Taken aback by her introduction, I accidently snapped at her, "I didn't ask." A laughter resounded through the otherwise quiet halls and a different blonde girl clapped the first, Addison, on the back. 

"You know who she reminds me of?" The girl chortled, wiping joyful tears from her eyes. 

Addison's mouth twitched as if she was trying to contain a smile and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Keith?" Immediately the other stopped laughing, opting instead to smack Addison upside the head.

"Shut up," she grumbled, turning her attention to me. "I'm Jack, her twin. Fried dumplings or fried Oreos?"

"Huh?" I stammered stupidly, clutching my book to my chest. No one has ever talked to me this much since sophomore year. Katie had made sure of that. "I've...never had either," I admitted slowly, my cheeks burning in shame. Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I lowered my head, waiting for them to laugh at my confession. Mom refused to feed me anything other than the essentials to keep me alive for whenever the police came around.