This Must Be Perfect Symmetry

Airplane

All the time I spent away from my mother and father, only for them to ship me off to become some lame Death Scythe. I remember my argument with Mama as if it happened just a few seconds ago.
"You want to send me away?! Right when you get back from a mission? How could you do this to me?! You don't love me anymore..."
"No, Spirit, that's not it at all, sweetie. We want you to become a stronger weapon. Please." They asked over and over again. I hated them in that moment. But I packed anyways.. And now I'm on this stupid plane, on my way to Death City.
I reach for my skull necklace, given to me by my best friend long ago. Sadly, he moved away. It was a parting gift so to speak... his father came to pick him up early that day from my mother's house. But I seem to have forgotten his name.
A few tears threaten to emerge at the thought. I only clasp the skull pendant in my hand tighter.
"Don't hold it too tight! You'll bleed!" I remember him telling me as he walked out of my front door.
"Do you need anything, Miss?" A stewardess asks me.
"Umm, a strawberry soda and some chips will be fine. 8 ice cubes, please?"
She gave a small smile and left to fulfill my request.
I stare out of the window and see the ocean beneath the plane, so beautiful... "A-hem, Miss, your order," she hands me the food and drink and scurries away. I open the bag of chips and down them slowly. After about 30 minutes, I finish eating and throw away the bag.
When I return to my seat, a sight in the window catches my eye. A huge town with a large building at the peak with skulls all around. The ground of Death City will be under my feet in less that 15 minutes. A completely unusual nervousness courses through my veins.
"We will be landing in 5 minutes." The pilot's voice booms over the intercom. I feel my body tense up. I'm nervous even though I know exactly where to go, what to do, and how to do it.
The gates of the aircraft finally open releasing me from my painful sitting position. This is it. A stewardess awkwardly hands me my suitcase and shows me to the town gate. Now I'm on my own.
The apartment my father requested for me was right near the huge building I would be enrolled in tomorrow. The Death Weapon Meister Academy.
On my way to the apartment, well, my apartment, I do some shopping for clothes. A black skirt with perfect, even lines of plaid. Some black knee high Converse, and a black jacket with a far hanging hood to go over my white lace tank top. My wardrobe matches my hair now, finally. My parents refused to let me wear black.
When that boy left me in my childhood, my hair deepened from a delicate blonde to a dark rich black. Three white stripes start at the center of my bangs and circle to the right to the center of the back. Now my outfit naturally suits my hair. Perfect.
After making my rounds in the new town, I go to my new home to unpack. Father has been so kind as to already furnish it completely with evenly burned out candles and black everything with dark grey walls. I walk into my new bedroom to find black painted walls with a grey floor and three evenly placed white stripes on the right wall.
I feel exhausted after doing everything that needed to be done. I eat some ramen and go to bed, setting my alarm for the horrible first day at school tomorrow.