The Lost Life Of Lilly

The Matron

Jazzy music crackled through the speakers as it did every time there was an announcement. Lilly tried to ignore it but it echoed in her ears.
"Lilliana Elizabeth Jane Georgias, please see me in my office."
She cringed at the use of her full name. Immie was lucky: she got a nice name. Lilly got a cross of her parents: Lillian + Elliana = Lilliana. Lilly hated it.
She pushed herself off her bed and dusted herself down, stepping to the door and grabbing her scarf - jamming it in the crack by the doorframe. Only she could get in there now. She walked down the hall to the sound of whispering voices and badly held back laughs.

Lilly raised her hand to knock but before it made contact with the wood, it slowly creaked open, a hand on its side.

Lilly edged in slowly.

                          ~~~~~

By the desk stood an important looking old lady, who's facial skin seemed to have been shaped out of clay - melted into a permanent frown. She had thin grey hair pulled so tightly into a bun that Lilly could see her temples throbbing. Her noticeable chin protruded several centimetres further than usual people and her mouth seemed so much deeper as a result. Reaching past the seemingly random silver hairs appearing on it and past the ugly greenish mole, her chin disgustingly melted into many more before forming her thick neck. As she attempted a smile her muscles pulled at the loose skin around her mouth - making her thin ashen lips twitch on the left side.  Her dull grey eyes bored into Lilly as if she was looking at her own soul...

"you wanted to see me..?"

"Lilliana."

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