Days passed as leaves in an old willow tree, touched by time and life, ready to sacrifice his majestic leaf crown to the ruthless winter. Like seasons, people do changed following the course of life.
I changed, like the sneaky wind tricking the endless sea to take it's wavery ways. Zoe didn't notice, Careen didn't cared, our history teacher was too busy to see if something's wrong with his dedicated students. I felt dizziness inside my unsure body, but I chased any doubts out of my full head. Nothing weird happened in the last few days, so I remaines calm outside and (tulburata) on the inside.
Showers were long, hard and painful, as pain striked me every time I tried to move, but the warm water vanished the agony of terrible pain.
My pain followed my every move, from my back, tattooed with one voluminous cicatrice, like an emphasized lighting. I (evizat) to touch it, because I didn't want to collapse on the cold floor.
As I studied myself in the bathroom mirror I saw a ( o fata palida si trasa) by insomnia that tortured me those days, fragments of terrifying memories always coming back. Natural blonde ombre started to appear in my light brown hair, giving a drop of life in my bored actual attitude.
Less people wanted to know what happened, better I was. But unfortunately, most of my classmates suddenly remembered I existed after the accident, desperately trying to see if I was in a good health condition.
Only Careen had always some sour word to throw with her high voice. When I first saw her after I got out of hospital, her ignorance and sourness hit me more like a tiadal wave than just words thrown in the changeable wind. "Sad you didn't remained striked forever" her squeaky voice commented, (aranjundu-si) her midnight black hair.
Being the director's daugher transformed her into selfish, high tempered person. It wasn't new that nobody liked her, because of her twisted attitude and ideas. She wasn't rich which caused her to desire more and more, jealousy pinching her cold heart. Her dark eyes shouted a broken hearted girl searching for a kind touch and a smooth recomfortating voice. "Partea din caietul meu"
School hallways were crowded, every bump emphasizing more pain through all crumbles, creeping in my smallest particles. Nobody knew about my enourmous scar on my back, and I wished it remained that way. Everyone said 'hi' in a low voice, and I felt kind of good that they cared about me. At leat as much as they could notice me.
Two hands covered my surprised eyes, stealing the light. A smile appeared on my face. "Hi, Zoe!" I instantly said knowing the light thief. As I grabbed her right hand and turned around with a smile glued to my face, I felt Zoe falling on the greyish floor. I let go of her hand, terrified. She tried to get up, with one hand on her head and one for balance on the ground.
"Zoe, are you ok?" I desperatly asked.
"Yeah...I'm ok. I just feel very dizzy..." she mumbled.
"But..but what happened?" I asked curious. I hope she just slipped. Just slipped. Please.
"Well..I don't really know. It happened so fast, I mean, I felt a shocking wave through me and then I just fall. Like that." Zoe said as she mimicked the way she felt on the floor.
"I bet it's nothing." I said. Ok, that wasn't normal at all. Maybe she got dizzy for a second and slipped. Sure that was the reason.
"What are you two doing here. We don't need monkeys in our school." laughed Careen, followed by a new high-tempered voice. "Pity you didn't run with the circus when you had the chance." a tall, slim girl added. Her greyish eyes flickered in disgust as dark shadows were dancing in them.
"Who that new girl is?" whispered Zoe.
"I have no idea." I admitted. As we walked towards my locker, I asked "Wanna grab some ice-cream after school? You'll feel much better that way, I promise."
***
"Ok, that did make me feel better." exclaimed Zoe as we walked through the greenish Hiddenville park. "I still wonder who that new girl is."
"Yeah, me too. She gave me creeps." I said, thinking.
"Well, I have a clue." said a sneaky voice from behind. We turned, seeing Ezreal behind us smirking in delight at out surprise. "She just transfered here from New York."
"Were you spying or at or-"I started, but I was rudely interrupted by Zoe's curiosity.
"That makes sense. Not too much." she said ironically. "How come you know that?"
"Same class." he simply said. "Her name is Morgan LeBlanc."
"Fancy name." Zoe added, checking her phone and pulling a face. "I gotta go." she said as she dissapeared running towards the exit of the park. "I'll explain later!" she shouted back.
"Well, that was fast." I said, trying to smile at the fact that my friend just vanished with no explanation. "What are you still doing here?"
"Just stay away from Morgan." he said, his gaze having a serious tone as he empasized his every word. As I walked away, he caught my arm and turned me to him. 'This is serious. OK?" he added, irittated.
"Let go of my arm." I angrily, but slowly said, biting the inside of my bottom lips. "Now." Some blood rushed in my mouth from my bottom lip
*Not finished. Still Editing.
