Behind the Smoke

I hate my birthday.

            I mean, everyone loves their eighteenth birthday, so why not me? Simple. No one has a birthday that so many different things happen. For instance, this morning. The sun was sparkling into my clear window, gently waking me up. Normally, I like waking up this way, but today was the exception. Across from my comfortable, black-sheeted bed, was a wall of mirrors. Rubbing my eyes, I hopped to see the new, older me. My chocolate eyes would be sparkling, and my tangled midnight brown waves will be gently touching my fair and flawless skin. But, when I had finished rubbing my eyes, the reflection of me caused a screech to escape my lips. My hair was tangled and static, but this is not what forced the sound from me. Instead, my chocolate eyes had changed. They were now bright purple, so bright, that they looked synthetic.

            Most teenage girls would love to wake up one morning, and see their eyes become a new and unique color. Me, I’m not like most teenage girls. I fled from my room and stared down the long hall. Silence over swept me as I gracefully walked towards the wooden stairs. The hardwood floors underneath my bare feet creaked, making the only sound I heard. Once I reached the stairs, the corner of my lips fell. Most mornings, my father would be standing at the feet of the stairs, waiting to greet me before he left for work. My eyes saw no father waiting for me at the feet of the stairs. Soon, my mother came into view and said to me, “he had to leave early.” Her copper bun fell from its tight coil as her creamy face turned pink. I knew this was a lie, and something just was not right today.

 And finally, boy this one was a fun thing, I see smoke. Not like smoke from a fire, but colored smoke. So far, I’ve only seen purple, and only a few times when I grabbed my school items. I have no clue on what it means

            A loud brinng filled my head, forcing my eye lids to pop open. My peers dashed for the door, trying to head to their next class. One student waited. His hair was a lighter brown then mine and spiked to perfection. His hazel eyes were deep in his face, only adding color to his fair skin. His broad shoulders were covered with a light green shirt that read ‘I’m with stupid’. “Helloooo, Jessibell,” his light voice spoke as he approached me. “Did you fall asleep again?” He questioned.

            Rising from my chair, I laughed. “Dave, what do you think? Its trigonometry! When the hell are we ever going to use it?” Picking up my bag, I felt a pair of eyes glaring at me from the front of the room. “Sorry Mister Hei,” I swiftly spoke, seeing our old teacher roll his midnight eyes. “Let’s go, Dave.” I murmured, pushing my friend out the door.

            “Very nice going there,” Dave smirked, lightly pushing my shoulder. “Never thought that Mister Hei would get you to say sorry. Gee, I can’t even make you say sorry.” A playful frown appeared on his lips. “Are you saying he’s a better friend than I?”

            Shaking my head, I replied, “of course. Mister Hei is so much better of a friend then you are, even if I knew you for…oh, eight years.” A smirk grew on my face as I kept walking. “Seriously Dave, are you that stupid?” I asked him.

            Dave’s frown vanished. “Hey! I’m not stupid!” He shouted, seeing a small group of females walk closer. This lovely posse is no other than the cheer team, the most evil and vile students. I could easily pick out their leader, Lorel Meagan. Her so-called luscious charcoal hair fell down to her mid back and her Alice blue eyes made every boy melt and every girl want to be here. As stated earlier, I am not every girl. “Hey, look, there’s Catherine!” Dave pointed out.

            He was right; Catherine Bell was standing right next to the she-devil. Her beautiful vanilla ringlets fell off her small and round face. Mysterious bronze eyes caused her peach skin to glow. Lips always curled into a smile were her best feature, and those I envied. “By god, you’re right.” I shrugged, still walking. “Come on Dave, we will meet up with Catherine later, when the she-devil isn’t around.” I hissed, grabbing his thin arm and dragging him.