1. The Skittle Curse

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I’m going to kill her. I’m seriously going to commit murder.

I continued running through the stupid halls, to my stupid maths class, wherein the stupid dragon lady, Mrs McCafferty, lies. Stupid, so God damn stupid.

I hate my sister. If I see her, she better run for her puny life! Ah, stupid little sister with her stupid pranks! Ingenious... but so stupid!

I felt every pair of eyes trained on my hair as I flat out sprinted towards room 201, my maths class. Thankfully, there weren’t too many people in the hall but that doesn’t stop the fact that everyone will be talking about this by the time break comes. Stupid gossiping teenagers with nothing to do but ruin other teenager’s lives...

Giggles and whispers were left behind as I bowled past to get to that one hated destination. Mrs McCafferty’s maths class.

Coming to an abrupt stop outside the dreaded classroom, I take a deep breath. I’m only six, possibly seven, minutes late but she hates my guts so she will take this opportunity to yell at me about being late to class, and possibly inappropriate hair on top of that. Stupid sister...

Wrapping my hand around the door handle, I let out my breath and push the door open. I slip into the classroom and look up to the angry witch at the front of the classroom.

Before I realise she’s not there.

Not believing it I blink, and then blink again. Nope she isn’t there unless she has the power of invisibility. If she did have that power, however, she wouldn’t be working here in the first place. Society is a twisted thing.

Looking around the classroom to double check she really wasn’t there, I notice everyone is staring at my hair. “Yes, my hair is frigging blue, take a picture so it lasts longer!” I snap moodily. Oh, how I hate Mondays... and little sisters.

Most people immediately look away but someone scoffs at my comment. Looking towards the back of the class, I see my friends Damian and Alex. Damian is sitting with a massive grin plastered on his face and Alex looks constipated from trying her hardest not to burst into hysterical laughter.

Giving her a warning glare, I head towards the only available desk beside Mathew, the class clown, all the while ignoring the feeling of stares and whispers directed towards my blue hair. I’m going to kill Alanna when I next see her.

"So, trying out a new look then? It's very... eye catching..."I heard from my left. Turning on my seat, I looked Mathew in the eyes and glared at him.

"Yep, that was the idea. Eye catching, inventive, new and clearly not done of my own volition." I snapped.

I turned back to face the board, satisfied with how he sank back in his seat a little shocked. I was definitely not in a joking mood at the moment.

Running in unusually late, Mrs McCafferty dashed in and straight to her desk. "Sorry I'm late, everyone get out their books and open your textbooks to page 392." She just apologized... oh my- she's dying! Oh no, does the school staff know? I have to tell them!

Wait... that's ridiculous. She's not dying, or else she would be having a hell of a time telling her students how they ruined her life and explaining how we were the devils spawn. So that leaves one option; she has a twin. The real Mrs McCafferty is the evil one and this woman must be the likeable one. Of course! Now it makes sense.

Mrs McCafferty was an extremely witch-like woman in her late forties. Having had mouse brown hair and a shriveled up face, she wasn't much of a looker. Her short height and thick glasses only added to her blandness

Realising I had blanked out, I brought my attention back to the situation. Only to find my teacher staring at me, looking a little stuck between laughter and shouting. Her focus was of course on my bright blue hair. "Cassandra" she whispered. "What on earth happened to your hair?!" She finished off, getting louder until she was full on screaming. Forget the twin, this is obviously the witch that has been 'teaching' me for the past three years.

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