Passion Fever

Her

A flick of the wrist could send even the most reserved man into a frenzy. The tit of her head could move oceans,  According to the group of young men. The girls all claimed she had a special magnetism to her that made them desire even a droplet of friendship from the cryptic beauty. 

She was known as "Rose" but her real name was nowhere near the liking of such a nickname. She had only ever addressed herself by her real name, It had been her classmates swooning over the peculiar exchange student that had given her the graces of being named over a sweet flower enclosed by the sharpest thorns known to mankind. 

She had not spoken much, except for when she rose to her feet with her hand idling on the cheap wooden desk. The teacher had asked her to introduce herself. After long moments of pause from her seemingly-expressionless face, she had spoken. 

"I am Elisa Green" The voice that came out, was that of soft spoken, sweet melodies. The words strung together smoothly, such that it resembled honey. Her literacy and perfect pronunciation had made many question if she was really a foreigner, Many of the female students had then began to covet her. Who wouldn't want to be someone who was so imperfectly perfect? However, despite her flawless display of fluent language, She looked far from belonging in the crowd, and that's the pinpoint reason of why the school had become infatuated with her. 

She was miles from looking like a model, in fact she probably looked normal from her home country, but she was a marvel to them, and stuck out. She had a mix between wavy and curly dirty blond hair that was a considerable length past her shoulders. However, the hair was anything from the usual slick, thoughtfully combed hair, that they were used to seeing. It was untamed, with some strands of hair sticking out in various directions. Her hair was thick with volume, and the ends of her hair had split ends, indicating she hasn't cut it for sometime. The length of it cascaded over her shoulders, and some over her back, She also had a soft part at the foremost of the right of her head, the bangs were swept to the left and cut short before her eyebrows.

Her face was a mix between a V and U shape, though her features mostly leaned towards the first than the latter.  In addition, she had thick, long jet black lashes and smoky black eyeliner.  She must have a nervous habit, since the thin matte dusty rose  lipstick couldn't hide evidence of moderate biting. However, when people observed her, she hadn't bitten her lip once. 

"You need to describe yourself" The teacher added helpfully. Elisa simply blinked once or twice while staring her teacher down. 

"I know" She finally replied. Instead of saying more words, she had sat down and pulled her chair closer to the desk. It made a screeching sound on the white tiles as it moved into position. Her gesture had delivered a clear message of "leave me alone", thus causing the teacher to sigh in defeat and resume the humdrum lesson. However, instead of the class being lively and talking as they usually had done, they mostly discussed the new student in hushed whispers. 

Later that day, Elisa had enough despite it having only been midday. She quickly ducked into a restroom in a mildly empty hallway for refuge. To her relief, there wasn't a soul occupying the cramped space. She had seen people stare, and while she carried a display of carelessness, she did mind very much, Much to the point where she was overflowing with panic and anxiety.

When her vision had gone blurry with the fresh threat of tears, she clutched tightly onto her white blazer and gazed into the mirror. Every time she had looked into a reflective object, she had always been alarmed at the abyss staring back. Sure, she may have saw a person there - but her eyes couldn't adjust to the stranger that was supposed to be her.  Pain stung randomly and ripped her abruptly from her trance. When she snuck a glance down at her knuckles, she flinched and stepped backwards. She had been hallucinating, there couldn't possibly be blood caking her fair skin, right? 

She watched the dark liquid drip to the floor in silence, when she had noticed shards of glass strewed on the tiles. Her eyes rapidly adjust back and forth from her dripping knuckled to where the mirror had been. Left in it's place was a measly frame and a few big chunks of cracked surface.  Just as the thoughts were conjuring together, the door had opened. 

The had been a gasp, and then...silence....

********  Author note *******

I'm not really good at writing, so bear with me. Let me know if you find mistakes. Also, if have constructive criticism, I am willing to listen.