I'm Gone But You're Still Here

Chapter 6

Once in the door Olive was greeted with an overwhelming aroma of unpleasant fragrances, masked by various perfumes and colonels. Granted, the locker rooms were a quick few strides away from her. She waved her hand infront of her face to try and clear the air before making her way to the principals office.

A plump older man, probably in his early 40's firmly shook her hand. His large meaty hands consumed her dainty, pale fingers in one grasp. "Olive Parker?" His voice deep, thundering even. "Yes..." slight hesitation in her voice, only receiving a wide grin from the principal. Without time to waste he pulled a short white paper from his desk, "You musn't waste time, I'm Principal Graham, now off to your classes." Taking the slip, she took a quick glance down at it before rushing out the door. People weren't her best suit.

A peircing bell could be heard throughout the halls and in the classrooms, true terror to the ears. Olive sat perched in the middle row of her English room, which she spent 15 minutes searching for. Her eyes wandered ever so slightly to the classmates around her, being sure not to stare. No one seemed interested in her, not even in the slightest to simply give her a smile. Although this didn't bother her much, she preferred to be isolated. It may be a nightmare to most, but paradise to Olive. People got in the way, at least, from Olive's previous experiences, they were just flat out uninteresting and cruel.

Olive shouted with glee as her toy car rolled just past the chalk, finish line. Maggie, the neighbor whom became fond of Olive, was over her house enjoying their play-date. Both their dresses covered in dirt, scuffed shoes that needed to be thrown away, but as children they didn't seem to care much. All was well until Maggie let out a thundering scream. A bird had began tugging at the skirt of her dress, drawn to the syrup that sprinkled it. Olive, concerned, ran over and gave the bird a nice kick to the side. Its frail body sliding across the sidewalk, blood smeared a trail. Olive didn't seemed satisfied, though. She stomped her tiny sized foot into its side, watching as skin and feathers began to shred, digging deeper. Oozing out came blood and other internal oragns that were held inside. Bones weren't trouble, crumpling with every blow. Mortified, though, sat Maggie. Fear plastered on her round face, crystal tears streaming from her emerald eyes. She'd lost the speech to scream "Mommy!" , forced to sit in utter shock. When the performance was over, little Maggie found the strength to flee, crying harder as she wrapped her arms around her mother's legs. A look of disapproval was sent to Olive, shaking her head, the mother took her daughter inside, once again leaving Olive to stand in confusion.

It may just be that they were mere children, and any event such as this is an obvious scare to them, Olive still ponders of this. She wonders if Maggie still thinks about it, if she thinks Olive might be dangerous, could go and harm her one day. Also, she ponders if people her age will react the same way, it wouldn't mean much to her in any sense. Olive simply does what she does out of feeling, sudden urges, she thinks. It wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Once shot out of her wandering thoughts, Olive awaits for class to begin. 

A/N: Tell me what you think~