Before I begin I just wanted to say a few words to those of you who actually read what I write. I'm sorry I haven't continued anything in a... long time, and I won't give excuses, I'll just give you the story. Thanks for reading.
Her eyes opened quickly. She glared up at the familiar ceiling, the out-of-date fan covered in cat hair and dust, and she sighed in an aggravated fashion.
It was just a dream.
Just a dream, she screamed in her head, How is that even possible?!?! She couldn't try to comprehend that it was only a dream, she didn't want to think of it that way. It was too real, too vivid and bright. Everything about it had screamed truth and non-fiction. If she even attempted to tell herself it was not that way she would surely break down and cry, which was something she couldn't afford to do today. There was too much going on, not enough time for her petty tears. She would simply just have to sort this out another time. Just not now.
She flew through her morning rituals; brushing her teeth, cleaning her face, preparing her hair, applying make-up in all the right places on her nearly flawless face. She didn't think it was flawless, not even close, but to most of the people she'd come in contact with it was. Her face was delicate, yet had a strange edginess to it that made her appear almost unapproachable. She wanted to be that way, she wanted to look down right bitchy if it meant boys would stop talking to her as if she were empty-headed and easily swooned. Though her jaw and nose were thin and fierce, they were soft and rounded off ever so slightly. Her cheeks, permanently rosy in color, and forever speckled in golden-brown freckles, were high set and softer than peaches. Her skin the same texture and color of ivory silk, was nearly translucent in some light. So think and breakable looking. Her lips, almost always set in a grimace, were full on both the top and bottom halves, and they, too, were soft, even softer than the rest of her skin. All of this was framed by a dark shade of black. Her hair was silky as well, and as black as the blackest coffee, as were her perfectly shaped eyebrows. They were not too thick or too thin, and they were just as expressive as her gold-blue eyes.
It was true that no one else had heard of her eyes before, because no one else had them. So rare that you couldn't even call them hazel. Her eyes stayed blue on the outer are of the iris and gold on the inner, but if her emotions fluctuated to one extreme or the other then the color changed entirely. If she were in a high state of emotion they were as gold as the honey, but if she were in the lowest of feeling they were as dark as oceans.
She glanced at herself in the mirror one last time before she flicked the light off, and she frowned. It would be another day of boys trying to grope her and girls trying to ruin her. Enemies as far as the
eye could see. Even so, she somehow preferred it this way.
School was in most ways the equivalent of hell. Or at least that's how she felt.
Going from class to class, learning about things that she understood too quickly, according to her teachers. It wasn't her fault that she was smarter than most of the teachers at the private school.
Enemies all around, she thought to herself.
The walk to school wasn't long, and most days she would have enjoyed it. If it weren't for the fact that she passed the church on her route. The same church from her dream. It was right next door to the school, no real way to avoid it. Everyone passed by it to get to school, because it was a part of the campus.
A Catholic private school, definitely the equivalent of hell. Most teenage boys thought that a Catholic private school would be the perfect place to get a girl who was innocent, virgin, and above all extremely sexy in a little school-girl uniform, which is the reason of enrollment for most of the male-half of the student body.
She wasn't here because she wanted to be, that was for sure.
She took a long hard look at the church before she went on to her morning classes. Maybe, she thought, I'll go after school and check to make sure it was just a dream...
© 2008 Tarin Prichard
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