The Girl In That Hooded Jacket

These Halls Go On Forever...

          She raced down the street, hood up. The rain poured down on her petite figure and she shivered. It was freezing outside, but despite that she would have liked to let the hood of her unnoticeable gloomy gray jacket fall to her shoulders and let the rain muss her hair into a messy, frizzy knot. Unfortunately she reached the bus stop before this could happen. Now there were witnesses. Her slim figure shuddered inside the thin barriers of her clothes and she stuck her hands under her arms, trying to revive some feeling in them. It was no use. She looked down at her shoes as a person passed by, shielding her face from him. All she wanted to do was disappear. She tried to pull her hood farther down her face and only succeeded in noticing her pail delicate hands. She scowled and dropped to the ground, crouching on her toes. She set her backpack on the ground under the small buss overhanging and ventured a few feet into the rain. There she found a puddle and watched closely as the rain rippled it's surface violently. Soon however, the skies fat tears turned to a light mist, revealing a face looking back at her in curiosity. She glared down at it and it glared back. The girl in her reflection had pale skin that was flushed pink in her cheeks, accented by barely defined cheekbones and full, rosy lips that were almost incapable of making an undesirable shape. She wasn't too skinny or fat, just enough to be cushioned but not chubby. Her face and figure made one think she was several years younger than her actual age. Her hair was barely visible and was a pale gold even under the dooming shadow of her hood. Her nose was cute, and small, set perfectly on her face. Thin eyebrows arched over each eye, almost unnoticeable because of how light her hair was. Her ears were small and perfect too. Long, pail lashes framed her most noticeable feature. Her eyes. Bright, striking blue from a distance, and more of a deep shifting aquamarine close up. This face and figure were meant to be in front of a camera, an audience, and adoring fans, not hold up under some grimy street rat hoodie that was bought at a hand-me-down store, wearing at the edges, and smelled like stale bread. Her reflections frown deepened with her own and she brought her hand down, slapping the puddle along with the angels face beyond. Drawing her hand away from the puddle, she stared at it, watching the mud drip off her hanging fingers like black tears back into her reflection to rest at the bottom of the seemingly clean, clear, perfect mirrored pool. She was drawn out of her own thoughts by the sound of rumbling machinery that squeaked and groaned out it's complaints about the weather. The school bus had arrived. She wedged herself between the seat and the window, setting her backpack on the cushion beside her, preventing any friendly people from sitting next to her. The bus started to move and she shimmied farther into her corner. She was still drenched wet from the rain and shivering. But she didn't mind. She actually preferred it this way. She deserved to be miserable. There was only one person in her life that wasn't affected by her beauty. Her mom.  She had desperately pleaded for her mother to let her be homeschooled, but for some reason, her mom had been overly excited for this school year. Plus she hadn't wanted to pay for a private tutor. Even though she cursed her beauty, sometimes she just wished her mother wasn't immune. Her mother was extremely rich, and she didn't have a father. Her mother had never told her that she knew she was adopted. How? She had found an old diary of her "mothers". In it she found the sentences,

           "I decided to adopt. I had been torn forever by the loss of Jack." (Her fiancé) "We had been only weeks away from marriage and our decision to have children. It's been only a year but it seems as if he was just in the hospital yesterday. I've already adopted her. My little angel. And I've given her the name Faith, just like he wanted. It fits her perfectly. Her eyes remind me of him, even though they aren't the same color. Hers are bluer than the sky while his were a warm, storm gray. She looks nothing like either of us, but somehow she reminds me of him. I love her dearly, even though I did not birth her. She is the best thing that has happened to me seance Jack's death."

          She had found it a few years ago. It hadn't surprised her in the slightest. Even if it hurt not to be told to her face that her previous mother and father hadn't wanted her. She'd had a sneaking suspicion that was the case years before, but whenever she had brought it up, her mother changed the subject. The bus stopped at the last buss stop and only 1 girl got on. This is when Faith noticed that there were only 5 kids on the bus. All sitting by themselves. The girl passed by her seat to sit next to a quiet boy in the farthest back seat. Faith, curious, peaked over the back of her seat to pear at the two of them. He was the boy who'd passed by her at her stop. His hair was a sandy brown and his eyes, a dark hazel. Cute enough, and so was the girl. Her hair was a stark brown color with dark, almost black eyes. Her teeth were straight and her nose was slightly turned up at the end. Her hair was done up in a high ponytail, just barely brushing the bottom of her neck. Over all, she was slightly above average looking. Jealousy pricked at Faith's chest and she watched as the two, very ordinary, kids smiled nicely at each other, the boy sporting a soft blush in his cheeks as his friend scooted a little closer than necessary. Her friendliness was quite obvious. Faith sank back into her seat, frowning. She pulled her hood farther down, hiding her all but ordinary face from the world and the passing cars.