And even if I was, it was more like a light jog. Just to make sure I made some distance from me and the school. I decided now would be a great time to figure out if I had everything.
seems when you're really excited to go somewhere you almost always have every little item you might need.
And I really did have every item I might need stored away in pockets. I'm not a huge fan of bags but every now and again I'd bring my backpack after emptied out, but that's so rare it's only happened three times.
The road was cracked and janky. I can't even remember the last time this road was used outside of the buses bringing in new shipped in children. ones who had no idea that the school was actually considered the low class one.
I figured it would be something like a private school. Or maybe it is and private schools are a lot more messed up than I initially thought.
But one thing for certain is you go in one person and come out of it a completely different one.
maybe it's because of the time difference maybe it's because we're locked away in rooms made of concrete. Or maybe the fact that it might be just us, Oraline, that seem to be locked away. I've never seen a different classroom besides our math auditorium. I've never been in the hallways of an Aurictom or an Oculate. I don't know how they're treated. I don't understand the lives they live.
How much more complex teachers make it seem.
I think that's why.
I think that's why I want to leave the school.
I want to live something outside of that stupid School telling me what I am. Telling me I'm dangerous. seeing guards walk around with muzzles made specifically for people like me.
I just don't want to put up with it anymore.
I hadn't realized how much my jaw was stiffening thinking about this. My teeth hurt from clenching them so tight. taking the deepest breath I could manage a remind myself that I got outside of the school uncaught. Something I've been waiting to do for weeks.
And suddenly I remembered my objective. Where I was going and why I was walking down this road. It was almost like muscle memory at this point. I just knew where I was going even if I wasn't thinking about it. My legs started to burn a little bit from the constant jogging and fast walking with purpose, my mouth now becoming dry, my saliva almost foamy.
It was extremely uncomfortable.
I hate being thirsty.
Now wasn't a time to stop and try to gather my thoughts or anything like that. I had remembered to grab a water bottle. In situations like these I refuse to stop till I get to my destination.
I just needed to see them so badly.
The school could try to keep me in all they wanted but I'd always get out to see them,
and just like that it's lights came into view as I walked over one of the small hills.
There it was. Just as gray and dull as ours.
I felt bad for the people who went there. They had to wear uniforms and specially made shoes, their masks had to be bright white, with no cracks or chips. Hair had to be tidy and clean. No scratches or bruises. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet another thing is, some of the craziest people I've ever met go there. I think it's because the school likes to drive their kids insane.
It's hard to think that my school is better, it almost makes me want to love the place.
That was meant to be a joke but it wasn't that funny, I remember my mother telling me "just because your situation is better than someone else's doesn't mean you can't have negative thoughts".
Part of me wanted to bring something like hair dye, or markers that have been drained. One of my friends from the other school likes to ruin his uniform. Paint on them and draw crude things. It was one of the only things he took pride in. He would also often grow his hair out as long as they would let him. Lately he's even started keeping it up so that they can't tell how long it's gotten. Also the reason why I have a pocket full of bobby pins, you have to help a bro out.
While thinking about all of this, I realize just how close I was to the school. If I had gotten any closer I feel like surveillance lights would have landed on me and I would have been shot.
Now to walk around the school until I find that one dorm room. Okay maybe two or three.
This was probably the longest and most tedious part of our trip, other than getting back in successfully. Currently I only had another 4 hours to get them out, go hang out and then get them back in, and then get myself back in.
I made a cricket whistle.
Something very similar to Morse code. I made sure to continue doing this while making laps around the back end of the school. I knew my friends were waiting. They always seemed to be.
And just like that I got a response, a cricket whistle so similar to mine, but this one was coming from a male. My cousin.
Kade Doni.
Kade Doni was my favorite cousin, quite the muscular Oraline. Loud and just as angry as me. It confuses me why the school wanted him and not me. I have a feeling it's because they want to turn him into a guard dog. Forced to behave and follow them at their every whim for something like a treat. But you can't get that kid to do anything for peanut butter snack.
I stood there with my hands in my pockets trying to keep them warm as I watched my friends slowly climb down their own chain link fence. Getting their hands cut up and holes in their pants, we all had clothing related sacrifices while sneaking out.
There they were.
My Juliet.
Climbing down the chain link fence just above my friend with the long hair.
His mask seem to brighter white than everyone else's. His skin a little more fitting, and to think soon I would get to see him take his mask off and I can see those beautiful eyes.
Gosh those beautiful eyes.
They could make any girl go feral... I think maybe I have.
