The Split School

Annalisa LeVe

Annalisa LeVe looked onto the Babhighschool. She bit her lip squeezing onto the hem of her dress. She always knew what going here would mean, you had to pick a side. Now she was faced with a question. Are you an Outcast or an Outlaw? Immediately she thought Outcast but her mind was split in half. She ignored the pounding migraine inside the depths of her brain and made sure her outfit fit her properly.

The black lace on her dress hurt her wide thighs. She had on pink heels and a white choker. Her white hair was pulled into a messy bun that had loose strands hanging limply around her heart shaped face.

She walked to the school admiring its beauty. It had pale bricks combined with grey stones that were cool against her palms that where pale but where bloody by the thumb. It had a flat roof and a fence surrounding it. Bushes and flowers where placed sporadically around the area and building. Light was streaming through the windows and the sound of bells clapping together where the only sound that filled her earwax-filled ears. Her feet lay on the brick pathway that was directed toward the crowded open doors.

She dropped to her hands and knees and started running to the door, flopping like a fish out of water, and in reality that's what she was. The kids where divided into two groups, the outlaws and the outcasts. The outlaws where laughing loudly on her 'island' which in reality where just a couple of picnic benches that they formed into a small semi-circle. The Outcasts where giggling and talking, a different conversation on each bench. Couples on either side where having heavy makeout sessions. Under the 'islands' were painted pavements with their logo on each.

The Outcasts logo was purple and had a large shape of a triangle with two spears shooting threw it on either side. It had flowers sprouting out from the sides and a beam of light was leaking through everything.

The Outlaws logo was a bit more complicated. With a yin and yang outlined in black and red with semi-moons scattered inside and around the massive painting. The colors were random making the inside of your eyes burn if you stared at it to long. It had a woman in white and a man in black circling each other with beams of red spewing out of their hands and fingertips.

Annalisa crawled inside the open doors, hissing at people around her. She was the black spot in the painting filled with white, the stain on your rug, the pain in your ass, and the odd in the out.

She grabbed the list of classrooms and her locker combination out of her backpack side pocket. Her classes were within an hour and a half of each other. The second bell rung and she knew better then to loiter around. She got up on her hind legs and pushed off running down the halls.

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When she arrived upon her first class she stared at the oak door with a small window. With her eyes closed she rose from her previous position and walked through the door. Her arms trembling was spreading through out her body, spreading like a fire inside her, a gas that she was breathing in and holding. '

She sat in the door nearest to the heater and next to the window and its white pane. The classroom was a small room with hardwood floors and seats that where arranged within a couple inches of each other's. The teachers' desk not far from the large black chalkboard.

She took a sip from the blue and white water bottle she had in the first pocket of her backpack. A couple of manga where set up at her feet with a blue ribbon securing them. By now students where flooding. The Outlaws in front and the Outcasts in back. And there she was in the middle, the undecided one, and the mistaken one. A woman with large breast but small hips sat next to her, she had on cheetah print glasses and overalls with a navy green crop top under it. She had a cascade of brown hair that swayed at her shoulders and plump lips that had Chap Stick covering them.

"Hey are you new here?" She asked softly at Annalisa who was staring dumbfound at her with big brown eyes.

"Who are you?" Annalisa asked in a mechanical voice. But with the slur of her regular voice the noise that came out was most defiantly unpleasant. The girl grew small in seat from the threatening voice that came off of the girl.

Annalisa sat still with her hands in her lap, folded nicely.

The girl with a wide chest was shaking and trembling.
Then the teacher walked inside the classroom to start the lesson. He started speaking gibberish words to them that Annalisa quite frankly didn't understand. They weren't inside her vocabulary. But that was Annalisa LeVe in a nutshell. She didn't understand the world around her.