spread my wings

chapter 4

chapter 4

Pretty, or pretty ugly

     I pause, taking a moment to peer at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, pondering whether today would be a pretty day or a pretty ugly day.

     It was always one, but today felt undecided.  looked at myself so rarely, that the person in the mirror felt almost like a stranger. Her hair was an odd mixture of caramel, ochre, brown, gold, and wheat yellow, that often half-covered her face. Eyes peered out from her hair, odd eyes that could never decide whether they were blue or green, but always flecked with gold and silver. Her nose was a bit oily, but it has a cheerful upward turn. Her forehead and cheeks had scattered pimples and flaky skin. Another odd thing about her was her name.

Syn. 

what kind of name is that? I sighed. It was going to be a hard day.

     I walked downstairs to a breakfast of eggs. Blech. Needless to say, but I HATE eggs. I HATE getting up early. I HATE Mondays. Finally, breakfast is over and i am walking away from the car, and into school. School. The place where you are encouraged to be yourself, while at the same time being blinded by modern society and peer pressure. Everyone has either had their face re-painted on every morning, or were the creative but freakinsh outcasts. I fell into the latter category. Im not into botox lips and fake giggles like the majority of the population was.

Gross.

I      walked into homeroom and sat down next to my best friend, Emily. I was an art freak. She was a drama freak. We balanced each other out fairly well. Me with a small, lithe frame, her with a more femininely filled out frame went together surprisingly well. Ying and yang.

"Hey Syn, wassup?" She said.

then, peering closer at the dark circles under my eyes said

"Woah, up late with homework again? You look awful."

 I pretended to punch her and said "Gee, thanks. Just what a girl likes to hear."

She smirked and said "Your just jealous because i have a romantic date planned for me and Clayton." 

I rolled my eyes and said "I cant help it that there is absolutely NO boys worth dating in this school." I paused, giving my bisexual self thought.

"Or hot girls." I added.

Now it was Emily's turn to roll her eyes. "That's only your opinion. There are plenty of cute guys AND girls."

    I was going to argue my case, when our homeroom teacher walked in. Mrs. Lovestone. She was the math teacher. Have i mentioned that i absolutely HATE math?

Well i do.

Absolutely.

     And Mrs. Lovestone was not the best teacher. I had somehow ended up in the advanced math class, though I understood almost none of it.

     My drawing skills always improved in math. Still, I was starting to improve. Amazing, huh? I thought so. My eyes closed. 

     I drifted off into a long daydream about flying high enough to touch the stars, grabbing on and holding to my chest.

It burned with cold.