Different

Blink of an Eye

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~SARAH

Chapter 3

BECCA

Six months after changing...

It's funny how my life drastically changed after my changing. Nothing seems right anymore. Everything seems so... empty. The people, the scenery, the places, and the animals. It bothers me.

"Becca wake up! You don't want to be late for your first day at work do you?" my mum screams. I groan, not wanting to leave the comfort of my bed, but get up anyways. Hey, At least it wasn't school...

School had been so awkward. I don't know how I survived. All of my friends abandoned me, including my best friend since I was five, Kandy, but it wasn't that, that bothered me. What bothered me was the fact that everyone whispered about me behind my back, like I couldn't hear them. I wanted to stop and scream at them to shut up, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I quickly throw on some clothes, run down stairs into our kitchen. I see my mum and dad sitting at the dining table peacefully sipping water.

My mum waves happily while my dad ignores me... he's been doing that a lot lately.

"Becca your job and address is on the counter," my mum says cheerily. Behind her cheery façade I see something flicker in her eyes. Is it... anger? Doubt? Revulsion? I shrug it off. Quickly grabbing the sheet of paper and an apple, I rush out the door onto the sidewalk.

There's something about my family that makes me feel so...uncomfortable. They don't act like the nice, caring parents I used to know. Weird but I don't miss them. At all.

I look at the sheet of paper in my hands and frown. Seriously? The one day I decide to walk it's halfway across town? Well, curse my horrid luck, I think as I slowly make my way to my work place, thinking about Mrs.Crucia's words. I shudder. The words still seem to haunt me.

As I walk down the streets everyone avoids me. Weird... children and people in general love me. They look at me like I'm some sort of animal. Mothers take their children and bury their little faces in their long skirts. I hear disheartening whispers like, "what is she doing here?", "freak" and worst of all one person, a little boy runs up to me and rips a handful of my hair out. Tears fill my eyes, in pain.

I hear murmurs rise up from the small crowd, "oh look the freak can cry. At least she's not completely abnormal,"

The little child runs up to his mother and waves my hair in her face. He proudly says, "Look mum! I got a handful of the witch's hair!"

The mother glares at me and snarls, "how dare you freak touch my child you... freak!"

Without knowing I snap. All of the anger and frustration that built up at school rushes out. "Freak? Seriously?" I snap, completely pissed off. "I'm not much different than you!" I say, my voice rising with each word.

"Am I hearing correctly?" The mother questions herself, clearly bewildered. "Did I just hear that freak say we're alike?" she laughs, sarcasm dripping from it. "I must be hearing things..." she says, trailing off at the end.

I feel my heart sinking to the bottom of my stomach. How could she say that? I question myself, and just by looking at the faces of the crowd I knew they agreed. I feel tears filling my eyes once more, but I suck them up. Pushing past the crowd, I hear taunts being yelled at me, but I ignore them so they blend together into gibberish, and run.

I finally arrive at the building I'm supposed to work at for the rest of my life. It's tall, dark, and dirty. It has the effect that something bad is going to happen to you. Oh joy! I think bitterly to myself, Can't wait to see what my job is.

As I step forward to enter, somebody who's unnaturally short grabs me and forces a... sack onto my head. The same person pushes me forward and turns me roughly while walking. We finally come to a rather harsh stop and I'm pushed onto a hard wooden chair, the sack is lifted off of my head. I look around and gasp.

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~SARAH

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