Eating porridge, I hurriedly look at the time- 8:13...I can't be late on my first day of school, I need to get there by 8:20! I thought panic stricken, my actions now becoming frantic, quickly stuffing 4 spoonfuls one after the other without swallowing. That idea seemed better before my cheeks were stuffed like chipmunks, filled with gooey mush instead of seeds.
My eyes dart back to my watch....8:14. Holy macaroni!! Without processing what I was doing, I instantaneously spit out all contents of my once delicious apple blueberry porridge on my phone, the kitchen island, my crop top (it was brand new may I add) and pretty much everything in front of me....my eyes bulge out of their sockets in disbelief at the splatter surrounding me.
Fudge.
15 minutes later and I still can't find a decent top to wear...oh i'm so screwed! Why hadn't I made a plan B, I caught a glimpse of myself in my bedroom mirror. I looked like a mess- my once perfectly quaffed hair was now resembling a lions mane, my room looked ransacked with clothes everywhere on the floor, and yet I still hadn't found a passable top. I grabbed the nearest pillow and stuffed it in my face, screaming with frustration. Wow, that felt good, no wonder why girls did it in the movies.
Reaching to do it again, I abruptly stopped when a hideously green hoody caught my eye. It stared at me longingly, the poor neglected thing! Okay it's at this point where I know i'm going crazy. But I needed something, I couldn't just go out with my bra...actually....No, I shook my head before my dumb brain could convince me to do anything stupid.
Grabbing the hoody I glanced at my mirror. What in the world....sighing aggravatingly, I patted down my head in an attempt to tame my unruly hair. Which did nothing.
I ran out the house until I reached the hell you call school, "The things I do for this wretched school" I muttered, out of breath. Breathing in huge gulps of air, before I started my brisk walk straight to the office to get a late pass.
I'm not going to lie, despite my irritation towards the school, it did look luxurious. Aunt Faye wanted me to have the best education out there so she picked the prestigious "Bayshore Institute of fine arts". The modern buildings are large, smoked glass and steel, each one joined to the next by a covered walkway. Instead of the peaks in the roof, there are gold domed towers instead. The front of the school is held up with most ostentatiously detailed pillars, painted in brilliant white.
The outside was a beautiful garden, ivy cascaded over the fence, growing tendrils in every direction. A stone path stretched to every opening door, the short astroturf encompassing around you and was over shadowed by huge weeping willow flowing down onto the dank and smooth ground. Clusters of defiant daffodils reared their golden heads amidst the gloom and there were smatters of fuchsia along side the scarlet and saffron hued primroses.
Walking into the grandeur office made me feel out of place. Near the reception desk the flowers looked beautiful, the perfect shade of orange to compliment the woody hues and creams. On closer inspection their stamens have been pulled to prevent even the pollen disturbing the perfect sheen on the mahogany pedestal tables. I didn't have to look at the pristine marble walls to know that I looked like a disheveled ogre. If Madison were to see me the first thing that would've come out of her mouth is "Shrek called, he wants his face back".
The woman at the desk wouldn't have looked improper wearing anything frayed at the cuffs, shabby hand-me-downs, yet she was dressed in a casually tailored suit and her hair was salon-perfect. She had the air of one used to punctual service, her face poised to give her order and her manicured hand tapping elegantly away on the computer.
"Ermm...excuse me miss" I called.
Maybe she was finishing off an email to the president or something, either way she ignored me and continued.
I called out again, louder this time.
Maybe the huge topaz earrings she wore was limiting her hearing because there was no way she hadn't heard me.
"The cleaning job application is done online" she said in a monotone voiced, laced in haughtiness and vexation. Excuse me?! I know I didn't look the best...but is she kidding me!
"I'm a student miss and I need a late pass" I deadpanned. She looked up at me incredulously, all she could mutter out was "oh". Furious, I snatched one from her hand, hoping to 'accidentally' breaking one of her acrylic nails.
Indignantly storming out, I hadn't realized a pair of long legs sticking out from the waiting area until I tripped- face first. Sprawled on the polished floor, I felt a scarlet wave surge up my neck.
There sitting slumped in one of the waiting chairs was what I thought was a man...but as I scrutinized closer was a boy my age. His baseball hat tilted to obscure his face as he dozes, hands over his stomach, knitted together by interlocked fingers. Before I can open my mouth the receptionist's phone rings, jolting him from his slumber. At first he has wild eyes, alarmed by both the telephone and me on the floor beneath him.
And that's when I saw it. His black eyes. Eyes that are not honey or golden but night dark. Pools of ink, devouring light in their intensity; nebulous eyes that reflect the heavens, so dark celestial bodies must reside in them. Full of secrets and dimensions that no member of mankind will ever comprehend a person whose eyes are so enigmatically deep and crepuscular.
His eyes were so distant yet so familiar at the same time until it clicked.
Suddenly with so much intensity, I was transformed into my parents lab. The racing of my heart feels as though it could pound right out of my chest. I'm clammy, and it feels like an endless loop of remembering and feeling. The same set of familiar eyes come into view...but in a balaclava mask..the ones I was trying so hard to forget. The ones that no hours of therapy could erase. Nothing could prepare me for the pain and excruciating agony I was feeling. A deafening bullet ricochets in my head but it feels as though it is right next to me, engulfing me in fear and horror.
Blood splatters everywhere, my parents...The pain isn't sharp like a needle point or a knife, it burns around my insides better than boiling water. Everything feels scolded and, move or not, I'm in more pain than I could have ever imagined was possible and then one by one I lose control of my limbs. The last thing I remember was Dani, Madison, Adrianna and Zoey rushing towards me amidst of pupils and him. Until finally I felt my head slump.
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