The story of my Egyptian life✔️

Chapter 3

I awake in a bed that felt less comfortable than sleeping on rocks.

It was filled with lumps of I don't want to know. The headrest, or an oddly shaped pillow was even weirder.

It was uncomfortable and gave my neck cramps. I slept with it though. It must've been there for a reason.

I dress in linen pants and a tank top. I walk in the bathroom to brush my teeth. Then I saw my reflection. When I looked in the mirror, I scream.

My appearance has changed!  My silver blond hair is now gold, and my eyes that were brown turned gold as well!

My skin is now ivory instead of rose which makes me look pale and smooth, and my hair hangs to my waist. I look taller, feel taller, and weirder.

What is happening to me? My mother rushes in. She looks around until her eyes rest on me.

She smiled and crosses her arms. "Thought it would take forever. You were aging slowly than usual."she said.

I grimace to myself. "What are you talking about?! In case you haven't noticed, I hate riddles! English please."I said exasperated and putting my palms on the sink.

"You were in a form so enemies that are searching for you won't kill you so easily."She said.

I nodded. "Makes sense." I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth, never looking away from myself.

When I was younger and  prettier, I didn't look like this.

I was active, happy, and always a good person. But a fire burned down my house when I was twelve, and I never knew how it started.

All I remember is laying in my bed and a circle of fire around me.

I leave the bathroom and follow my mom out. "Your going back to school."she said suddenly.

I stopped in my tracks. "School? No way. Uh-uh. Your going to have to make me because I am not going back to that dump."I said.

My mother smiled and patted my back. "If someone hurts you or hurted you, hurt them back. And I mean hard. Not a love tap. Not a caress. Not a nudge. Knock their teeth out their mouth."she said.

I nodded and smirked a little. "Go get ready. And wear something to make their jaw drop and think they underestimated you."she said.

I ran to the room and found clothes that looked way too inappropriate. A tank top with a tight skirt that went above the knee. A red dress that hugged my chest. An apricot shirt that wrapped around me like a dress but needed jeans to be worn with it.

I chewed on my lip and chose the tank top ans tight skirt. I grabbed a bookbag that had all the school materials in it and my spellbook.

I ran out of the room wearing heels, so I tripped over myself a few times on the way to the car.

I sat next to my mom in the front seat and steadied my breathing. My mother looked me up and down.

She turned on the radio and put it on blast. Music that made me cringe and my mother to shake her hips came on.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and yeah right, it's better than yours, I can teach you-"my mother sang but I turned the music off and put on something else.

"Lets listen to Paramore. And, it will give us a entrance when we pull up to school."I said.

I put on Paramore Decodes and bobbed my head up and down. My mother screamed the lyrics and pounded on the steering wheel.

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When we reached the school, I sat in the car for five minutes. My mother nudged me.

"Scared?"she asked. I shook my head. "Just savoring ways to get back at them..."I said. I smiled devilishly.

I said goodbye, and got out of the car. I put a little strut in my walk and walked to entrance like the others weren't there or staring at me.

The school jock, Evan, stood gaping at me and was ignoring his girlfriend who was sending me evil glares on America Express.

I blew a kiss to Evan and it looked as if he would fall faint.

I saw Patricia and made a beeline for her. She didn't know where to go to get out of my way.

I asked her a question in the sweetest British voice I could muster.

"Excuse me, but can you lead me to the back of the school? I wanted to see the football stadium where the jocks and cheerleaders are."I asked.

She nodded and threw a cigarette on the ground.

"Follow me."She said coolly. I followed her. "Thank you!"I said.

I walked next to her and knew where to go by heart, but she didn't know who I was.

"You new here?"She asked. I nodded. "I came straight from the U.K."I said.

"What brings you to New York?"She asked. I answered and skipped a little.

"It's where the realist are! And I always wanted to be here!"I said as she lead me to our destination.

"Thank you,"I said again in my normal voice. "Patricia."

She laughed a little. "How do you know my name?"she asked. She pulled out another cigarette and lighted it up.

"'If you talk smart to me one more time, I'll cut out your tongue.' Remember those words, Patricia?"I asked.

Her eyes widened in horror as she took in my appearance and she stepped away a little.

"Chike?"She asked.  I snatched the cigarette from her fingers.

"Did you really think you would get away with it?"I said.

The cigarette burned brighter and the flame became a flaming pire on the little stick.

I put it on her forehead and all over her face. She screamed in agony. "Stop!!! I'm sorry, okay?!!"She said. I shook my head and my voice seemed to echo.

"You can never be sorry,  Patricia. I'll hunt down every person that made my life hell. Including you."I said.

The flame became hotter and brighter. Blood trickled down the spot I pressed the cigarette at.

I stepped away and knocked Patricia out unconscious.

I walked away and savored the taste of revenge. I smelled fire and blood in the air, but the wind blew it away.

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