Turns out the sky is cloudy today, fully committed to its job of giving the day grey and cold both emptiness and quietness. At least. If anything, it gives me peace.
While ones pity the lack of sun, heat and light, assuming that's unfortunate and unpleasant to go outside, I long to do it myself the most, hoping there's rain to drop on my face and play the tears I pretend I don't have.
Look at me, speaking of the weather as if the bruises on my skin were the most pleasant hickeys to make me even praise a storm that is to come. When, in reality, it is very much here already, and the only way it takes is the one to last.
So I try to hide it, with the hood of my red sweater over my head since the moment I stepped out of my house. Inside school, one is expected to take it off, for a matter of respect and etiquette. Though fulfilling either of those issues was never something I pondered doing, ever since one of them hasn't also been fulfilled by others towards me.
No one will tell me anything, anyway. I can cover my face from the rest of the class and face the windows on the oposite wall of mine, oblivious to whatever matter is being teached, all I want. Mind them being the reason of my discontentment.
I couldn't complain less about that in this moment, though. Much on the contrary, I couldn't be more glad that my existence isn't being acknowledged, whatsoever. One can't deny there was always this tension whenever I was in the room, but now it's really like they didn't even realise it was me who joined the class some twenty minutes late.
Or perhaps they just didn't recognize my eyes behind the dark marks of both impacts and lack of sleep, and my skin behind the faint stains of blood around my nose I unsucceeded in washing off properly, for it all hurts too much, even to look in the mirror and see if it's alright.
It's cleary not, but it just has to be.
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We had agreed to actually go talk with Principal Davis. Even if she doesn't want to blame him on anything, this situation affected the band we both form. And I'm pissed to the bone, so she'll be there standing my side, even if she won't do anything to defend it.
We had agreed for the first one to leave class to wait at the other's classroom, and meet to go get things straight. I'm way too curious to understand how did Principal Davis allowed something like that to happen. Is he himself allowed to do it? Or, in the other hand, he didn't even know it happened until this day?
Either way, just like Caroline's seat was empty when I peeked through the door of her classroom from afar, the Principal's office only had the cleaning lady doing her job very calmly.
"Excuse me.." I call her attention, halfway through the door myself, "I wanted to speak with Principal Davis." I now wonder at her, ignoring the way her old eyes widen when she sees me, and trying to do the same to the strange feeling of loneliness.
Her elder brain lasts some moments to process my request, maintaining her back curved to the maximum she can straighten it, while glancing at the desk behind herself to check if the Principal isn't there, after all, and why am I asking her authorization.
But following her gaze to the empty furniture all around the dark room, the something is wrong feeling shoves me for the first time.
"Mr. Davis has been fired, I'm afraid." The small voice trembling in hesitation answers and I'm left to blink repeatedly to the person it belongs to.
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Little Freak {HS}
Teen Fiction'Only no one can get rid of the undesirable if not especially mindful and actively search for it' ××××× It's late 80's and the last year in my small town high school. I may need to mention the new long haired boy that...
