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Chapter Two

Chapter Two

 

It happened three months ago.

It was the weekend of Easter and everyone was buzzing. Everywhere I glanced was covered in bunnies and eggs. Bunny streamers, oval pasty colored eggs sitting around everyones lawn, pastel colored decorations just lying everywhere and anywhere. It was like a green wonderland and I was the girl that fell down the rabbit hole and into a world of hallucinations and impractical dreams.

Except I’m in the human world. A world where people are racist and barely even    recognize that they are one. A world where everyone judges people because of who they are or what they do or how they look. A world full of stupid, no-it-all, anthropoids.

My neighbors wave as I descend the two steps that lead down from my house. I don’t wave back. I never do. I watch with my tired, droopy eyes as my neighbor smiles a smile I’ve got used to seeing, one of pity. Sympathy.

I closed my eyes and hitch my bag up towards my shoulder more to steady it. Once the cool breeze traps around my face, my eyes open and my father rushes out in his plaid blue pajama pants and overly large real fur coat jacket. I’m used to this by now. It’s been a year and I’m fully aware of the looks of disbelief and pity on people’s face as I walk by.

My father, a man of many talents, doesn’t mind what people say or do. He’s lucky to be one of the people that simply just don’t give a damn anymore. He’s quiet but it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for. He tells me that I should be grateful for what I have and to never take anyone or anything for granted. I only nod and meekly walk away.

I’m not very talkative either.

I kept my lips sealed as I peeled the car passenger seat door open and slid in, quickly and quietly. It was then that my father had asked if I was okay, my answer; a small, barely seen nod. I was always only okay.

I only ever spoke when I had to climb out of the car when he pulled up to my bus stop. I said a quick bye and slipped from the car. He said a weak bye back but I was already out to the car to listen or even hear. I paced towards my bus stop which consisted of me waking up my best friend’s driveway and walking into her house and standing in her kitchen for ten minutes before rushing outside to get to the bus before she left us stranded.

Once I opened the door and ridded of the coldness that leaked on my skin and clothes, my best friend waltzed in, in all of her gorgeous glory.

Bleach blonde hair and eyes as blue as sapphires. Complexion as flawless as a freshly painted wall and skin as white as the snowflakes that linger on the ground. She strutted into the kitchen with her hair high in a ponytail and shoes hanging off her first two fingers. She smiled as she approached me.

As she picked up her bag she began to go on about how she hated school and how she couldn’t wait for Friday. Friday.

Friday was the Saint Christians dance. It happens every month and this month it happens the day before Easter. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding in my ears at just the slight thought of the possible outcomes of Friday night.

“So what do you think?” Kendra’s voice brought me from my thoughts. I glanced up at her, my hands fiddling together as I scrapped my no-nails against my palms. I couldn’t remember what she was saying. My mind had turned off at that moment and my head was somewhere else.

I shook my head and looked down, embracing the feeling of heat as it encircled around my cheeks. “I uh… about what exactly?”

Kendra gave me a blank look and sighed, throwing her hands in her air as if her life was so difficult. I circled my arms around my waist, hugging myself for warmth. She shook her head and glare at me from across the kitchen table.