Devil & The Angel

Chapter 11: Oops

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Time is a strange concept. It's the simple most important thing that controls this world, time.

After last nights dream I awoke feeling rather groggy, unsure of what day it was. I looked to my clock and realised I was running slightly late.
My bed radiated warmth. It was like a human radiator. Why is that you always feel more comfortable in the morning?
Tick..tock.. I sighed, knowing full well my lay in would be short lived.
I stretched my limbs out into a starfish position and stared up towards the open roof ceiling.
My toes curled and I forced myself out of bed into the piercing cold air that had formed around me. The windows had condensation rising through them. I could vaguely make out the finger markings where I had carved my name into the window before. It was comforting.
I grabbed the nearest blanket and chucked it over my small frame. It cocooned me into a safe, warm ball. I got ready in a robotic way, lapsing on the way that I looked. I hated the fact I had to put in contacts and a wig. It created far more effort than normal.
I stared at the unknown reflection in the mirror. No one would know.
I walked through my bathroom and picked up the bag that I used for school.
I heard a sudden vibration by the side of my bed, my phone. I jumped out of my skin as I never received texts. It was unusual.
An unknown number graced the screen with,
'Hey. I hope your coming to school today. We didn't scare you off, did we?'
At the end of the text it was signed with the name Phoebe. How did she even get my number in the first place, I thought.
My dreams came back to me in segments and I remember the part aboht seeing Phoebes face, it was creepy. It felt so real to me. But obviously it wasn't as a dream is purely a dream, isn't it?

I walked into the kitchen, tip toeing along the cold marble floor. I grabbed some juice from the fridge and proceeded to drink some. My mother walked through the door with a strange expression plastered on her face, she didn't seem herself.
I turned towards her.
"Are you ok Mum, you look worried?"

She continued to stare at the wall.

"Hi hunny, yes. I'm fine. Grandma is just getting on my nerves. You know what she's like, constantly going on about something or other.. Anyway, are you ready. We need to get going or you'll be late."

She wasn't herself. Maybe grandma had been talking to her about her witch/spiritual things. She puts a bad vibe into my mum sometimes, I can feel it. I grabbed my fluffy coat and walked outside, into the sharp, crisp air. It was so crisp, I felt like I was cutting the air with a knife as my body motioned through it.
The journey seemed quicker than usual. Although, the roads are very icy so I'm not sure why it seemed quicker. I looked to my mother, she hadn't said a word the whole journey. I looked at her defined bone structure. She was so beautiful.  I coughed.

'Well, it's time for me to go, so I'll speak to you later mum. You haven't forgotten some of my new friends are coming over tonight to get ready with me for the party?'  She looked at me and gave a warm smile.
'Yes sweetheart. That's fine. Do you need picking up or do your friends drive?' She asked kindly. I didn't think about that. Seeing I still couldn't drive, I'll have to ask them.

'I'll ask them today then let you know, I'll text you later. Bye, love you!'

I shouted, walking away from the car. She waved.
I walked into the large, ominous building. I still didn't know my way round, I walked towards a door and took my chances, hoping this would lead me somewhere in the right direction. I was extremely focused on looking at my timetable and didn't see the toilet sign above my head. I walked through the wooden door. Smack.

My books and water shot out of my hand and onto the person I had just slammed into. Crap.

I looked up and saw a very angry boy glaring at me.

'What the hell was that? Why the hell are you in the boys toilet? Are you some sort of creep as well as an argumentative little idiot?' He spat at me, rhetorically.

Oh. No. It was the same boy I had that argument with yesterday. I cringed. Why is this happening to me.
I looked at him and smiled, picked my books up and turned in the other direction. Walking away as quickly as possible.