Humanity's Weapon

3

I stopped when I got out of the office and I put the objects that Mr. Taylor gave to me into my backpack. All except for the class schedule and key that I kept in my sweaty hands. I let out a sigh to release my leftover stress, thankful that I got in.

I found the hallway marked "Hallway 2" and then walked to Dorm Thirteen. I knocked on the door but no reply.

God you idiot the principal said that she was at lunch use the key! I unlocked the door and came in.

PINK!

On one side of the room, the entire wall and bed were colored every monochromatic shade of pink! From salmon to fuchsia to bubblegum to strawberry. I took a deep breath and slung my backpack onto the plain bed to the right. The covers were the same colors as Mindy's uniform (white, blue, and beige) and the throw blanket had the school crest: a diamond-back rattle snake strung across a little oak with the schools initials in blue and white in the background.

I looked in the plain mirror on the cherry red and white trim vanity and sat down on the pink chair in front of it. I saw my left crystal, ice blue eye and my right, Crimson red eye staring, eating away at me. My eyes were instant reminder that I'm a result of a failed creation, nothing more than a fifth graders science fair project. They looked almost like a demons and Angels had a battle in my iris's. My pupils were always contracted (opposite of dilated). They're the ugliest thing I've ever witnessed. I looked away, not wanting to see them anymore. As I looked away, I saw some make up. On the train here I saw a woman outing of similar makeup a to certain religions of her face. I've never even thought of putting it on myself.
I opened the blush container and cautiously put some bright pink on my cheeks, like I saw the lady on the train do, then I picked up the mascara and put some on, stabbing my eye in the process, then I took some bright red lipstick and smeared that on, and to top it off, blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner. I looked at myself for nearly 2 minutes before realizing the mistake I  the make up. Fifteen minutes later, I was done cleaning myself. I threw the towel into a small hamper in the far corner. Then, I opened the closet, found an empty hanger and put my gray coat on it. I searched through my backpack to find my picture concealing my mom and dad and me. Why did I keep this thing? I ran away why should I want to see their faces? They were monsters that created monsters like me. I gently placed the picture frame in the open drawer near my bed. I started rummaging through my backpack and I found my golden locket that Mom had given me. I started to remember all the troubles of home and all my old "friends" and all the pain that was fixed upon me. I slammed the locket into a drawer and shut it.

"Who are you?!" A southern (American) accent called to me.

As I turned around, I saw a 13-14 year old girl with brunette hair in scrunchy. She was wearing the school uniform, with the skirt pulled up a little higher than dress code, and a light dusting of makeup.

"E-E-E" I stutter.

"Do you speak English?!"

"Y-yes" I spit out.

"So what's your name?!"

"Emily! Emily Crossfield!"

"Who sent you?! Why are you in my room?! Were you wearing my makeup?! How long were you here?!"

"Mr. Taylor the principal, I am your new roommate!" I say now flinching.

"Oh, why didn't you say so?!" She said as she leapt onto the pink bed.