I'm Not Normal! (Undertale)

Chapter Three: Truth

"Georgia, Hun. Time for your first day at primary school!" My eyes open. I wrap the usual bandages around my hands and get dressed in the uniform I was given by my mum.

Once my uniform is on correctly, I look in the mirror and brush my long, black hair and leave it down. Looking at the loose uniform in acceptance as I know I need to wear this every day for about 7 years.

I walk to the car, getting some pencils and pens and a small notepad along the way. I get in the car and put my seatbelt on my mum looks me up and down for one last check before we go, still on and looking into my eyes.
"I love blue eyes!" She smiles, I point at her face. "You have blue too!" She chuckles, starting the car up and driving off to school.

We arrive after a short 10 minute drive. I get out, my mum walks with me to the reception of the school, where the receptionist sits and looks up at us.
"Hi, we're here to talk to Mrs. Goodall about Georgia Corona starting school." My mum smiles happily. The receptionist nods kindly and allows us in through the temporary locked doors. We sit and wait in a small area while the head teacher finishes something off.

She finally comes out of her little room. "Ah! You must be Georgia Corona!" She chimes; I nod and look at the floor. We get lead into the small office and talk about me starting school.
"I just wanted to have a separate chat about Georgia as there are a few things she's sensitive about." My mum calmly says. I nudge her and lean close into her. "About the burns?" I ask, lying as I have done for the past few years. My mum nods and explains.
"For example, she was in an accident when she was younger and her hands have burns on them, so she prefers to cover them up." The head teacher looks towards me as if to say this was correct and I nod. She squints a bit towards me; I stay sat how I am, trying not to look uncomfortable in doing so.

We clarify a few more things before my mum leaves me to work at my first ever day of primary school. I'm just about to walk out of the head teacher's office when she stops me.

"What do you eat for breakfast?" She questions me, I reply back, saying what I normally eat. "Cereal and toast." The head teacher nods, she keeps asking me questions. "What do you have for lunch?" I open my lunchbox and show her and she looks impressed. "What do you have at tea time?" She asks as the final question. I think about it for a bit.
"Chicken pie with peas!" I say, mentioning my favourite meal.
"How big are the meals?" She asks me, I cock my head slightly as I don't know what she's on about. "How big is your breakfast bowl?" I use my hands as a measurement teller as I show the rough size of the bowl.
"How much do you get on a plate at tea-time?" She asks. I draw a circle on the table, representing the plate, using my hand to fill in how much I get.

"How are you so thin?" She asks quietly, probably to herself, I shrug. She looks me up and down. "Do you know who your dad is?" She asks, I break down crying, never knowing who my father is. She notices and calms me down; making sure no one else could hear me cry. The head teacher looks at the time.
"Time for you to go to lesson!" She says, showing me where I'm going to my classroom.

"Hi! You must be Georgia?" A kind teacher asks, I nod my head and get lead into the classroom. I hear the head teacher talk to the class teacher about me.
"She doesn't know who her father is, and she gets fed the right amount of food, no matter what size she looks. Also, she has burns which she doesn't like to show under her bandages." She says, the kind teacher nodding.

We sit down, ready for our lesson. I sit near the front. A boy sat next to me and a few other boys behind me. The boy I'm sat next to nudges my arm. "Why do you wear bandages?" He asks me. I reply back calmly.
"I have burns from a year ago." I tell him, lying.
"How big?" He asks me. I make a circle using my thumb and pointy finger, placing it on top of my hands to show him how big the 'burns' were. "Cool! Can I see them?" He asks again, I shake my head. He doesn't talk to me for the rest of the lesson; instead, he turns around and talks to his friends. Whereas I sit and do all of the work.

The time hits where we go out for play time. I sit on a bench and think what could happen in lessons to come. How much I could learn and acknowledge. The summer sun gets blocked out by the boy who sits next to me in the classroom.
"This is her, the weird one!" The boy says.
"They're just burns! Nothing special!" I defend, he walks up to me, looking a bit threatening. I shuffle along the bench a bit to get out of the way. I keep shuffling as he approaches, I reach the edge if the bench and fall off. I feel my bum about to hit the floor but I then feel myself stood up. I take this opportunity and run away into a play tunnel. I'm halfway through and I can hear the boy chasing me through, I look behind me but he isn't there. I can hear him though; I feel something tug on my ankle. I shake my leg away and feel the floor underneath me change texture. I look around, I'm on the floor of a quiet place, and no one is here. I look and take in my surroundings. The boys are on the other side of the playground. They notice my head pop out of the bushes and start walking over to me. I try and find a way out but there isn't anywhere to go that the boys are going. I run towards one, aiming to run around him last minute, he grabs my wrist loosely. "Got you!" He sticks his tongue out. "I win! You lose! Now you get the big bruise!" He punched me lightly in the arm. I smile as I realize this is all a game, until they all start talking to me.

"Are you normal? You don't look it?" They ask me. Starting to pull off a bandage. The bandage falls loose and slips off my hand. I pull my sleeve over the top of it as the boy starts to shout. "You're not normal". I run off as quickly as I can inside. Asking a teacher if I can do so. They ask to come with me and watch me pull out the green box with all plasters and bandages in. They look surprised as I start to apply the cloth quickly.

"I know what I'm doing, I've done it before." I tell the teacher, they sigh as if they were relieved. I close the box up and put it back where I found it.

The last lesson of the day approaches; I pack up my stuff and meet my mum at the gates. We get in the car and prepare to drive off home. She notices that I'm not my usual self.
"Georgia, what's wrong?" She asks me. Tears start to form in my eyes as I tell her what happened over the day.
"This boy, who I thought was nice took my bandages off and chased me around the playground." I tell her.
"Are you sure they weren't playing a game?" My mum asks me, I shake my head.
"I told them not to." My mum's face drops into a stern and angry look; she gets out of the car and storms to my side, getting me out.

"What's this boy's name?" She asks me.
"Leon." I reply back, my mum pulls my hand towards the gate. She walks through the school doors that were still letting kids out. She knocks on the door to my classroom.

"Georgia is getting bullied by Leon, sort it out." My mum sternly says. The teacher looks surprised.
"I'm sorry. What?" The teacher asks.
"You heard me. Georgia is getting bullied by Leon. She was just telling me." My mum replies.
"She's probably just having a tough time. That's all." The teacher replies, still quite shocked at the way my mum is reacting.
"If she's having a tough time tomorrow, you're gonna have a bad one!" My mum frowns.

"Georgia, can you please tell me how Leon bullied you?" I nod in reply to the teacher's question.
"He was chasing me around, grabbing onto my feet and he pulled my bandage off." I explain.
"He probably didn't know you had burns."
"I told him not to with a please on the end." I explain. The teachers face drops a bit.
"I apologise; I will get it sorted tomorrow." The teacher apologizes. My mum nods and we leave, getting to the car and finally driving home.

"Mummy, I know I'm not normal, but why? You're normal." I ask her. I see that she's about to cry. She starts up the car and uses an excuse to not tell me just yet.
"I'll tell you when we get home." She tells me, wiping tears away from her eyes. All I can think of on the way home is who my father is, forgetting about what previously happened in my day. As soon as we get home, I put my bag down at the bottom of the stairs. I sit on the settee and ask my mum where my dad actually is.

"He's underground." My mum says through tears. I start to cry.
"He's dead?" I ask through my fresh tears. She shakes her head.
" He is something called a monster, they all got told to go underground, that's where he is." My mum explains to me. I nod in understanding.

All I can think of now is 'I want to find my dad'.