Dark Secrets

Finger Prints

When I reached the table, Cynthia close behind me, Tristan was already sitting next to Cynthia, grinning at her dopily. She looked deep into his eyes as she gave her very deep and detailed definition of "shipping", her hands waving around as she exaggerated we point of view. I knew Tristan couldn't care less, but he nodded and smiled like it was the most significant and amusing piece if information that he had ever heard.

 I rolled my eyes and cringed inwardly. It was so obvious that they had massive crush on each other, why didn't they just kiss already?! Cynthia caught my eye and rolled her green ones, a grin on her lips. She had sat down on the only remaining seat, next to Holly Laker. Holly is the head directioner of Overland high. Today she wore a home made tee shirt with the words "directioner" written carefully in gold pen on the front. Skinny jeans stuck to her plump legs, bulging in all the wrong places. Her frizzy blonde hair was pulled into French plait, tied with a pink ribbon. Her hazel eyes stared Cynthia up and down as Cynthia perched uneasily on her seat, her black nails digging into her palm leaving crescent dents in her pale skin. Across the table sat Lulu Wang, Sylvie's best friend. She was known throughout the school for her vast knowledge of every Greek and roman myth in existence . Her sleek black hair hung around her shoulders and a blue infinity scarf was wrapped around her neck. She was glancing at Cynthia uneasily through the frames of her black glasses, as if she way going to explode at any moment.

 Next to Lulu sat Devon Vanderfield, a well known John Green addict. Her outfit was splattered with green trinkets, bringing out the green of her eyes. Her flaming red hair was pulled into a messy bun, letting her forest of freckles show clearly. The remaining seat was next to her, so I place my still uneaten tray of food next to her, thumping down hard on the remaining seat. I stab at my food, my mind occupied by the swirling tornado of insults I'd like to throw at Angus for his betrayal.

 As I think of all the weak spots that I could target on Angus' lying brain the cafeteria is slowly emptied of students, until its only us left and the sound of Holly's scratchy voice singing one direction echoed through out the empty room. "That's what makes you BE-AU-TI-FULLLL" screeched holly, her hand on her chest in emotion. I winced as she hit the highest notes and jerked me out of my angered thoughts. I'm surprised she didn't crack the glass with her terrible singing.

 I felt someone watching me and turned to see Devon's adoring green eyes fixated on me. She quickly turned and picked at her food, her freckled cheeks pink with embarrassment. I frowned. Did Devon like me? I guess she's hot, with her unique cherry red hair and her shiny green eyes. But I didn't see her in that way. For some reason my eyes drifted slowly towards Cynthia. And then I saw it.

 Instead of sea green, her eyes where completely matte black, like sockets of darkness. Her fingers where gripping the table tightly, her jaw clenched. I felt my body paralyse and my stomach erupt into a writhing cavern of snakes. Suddenly the bell rung, jerking me out of my terror.

 Cynthia suddenly shook her head her eyes diluting from black to vibrant green again.The others got up to leave to their various classes, none having noticed the strange and startling change in her eye colour. I was left there, glued to my seat. I felt like my legs had fallen asleep, I couldn't move them. My hands were gently curled and heavy like in sleep. Soon the cafeteria was completely empty. I was breathing fast, my vision turning red at the edges.

 Cynthia bit her lip, her face crinkled with worry. She swirled her finger slightly, and I felt energy work it's way back into my limbs like electricity through wire. My vision returned to normal, and I pinched myself to make sure in wasn't dreaming. What just happened? Cynthia stood up hurriedly, her chair clattering to the floor with a bang. She ran out of the cafeteria so fast I swear she blurred.

 I saw that she had left something on the table, and I peered slowly over to see what it was. She has, indeed, left something.

 Ten dents where her fingers where, sunk through the hard plastic like it was warm butter.