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I could softly hear my phone buzz through my nightmares of schemes. The sound was so annoying, that I would of been ok in my realm of sleeping. But life had other plans.
I'd soon find out what I was meant to do.
And what I'm meant to be.
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Waking up in a daze, I escorted myself towards the bathroom to freshen up, and do my usual 'day of hell' routines. After that, I picked out my usual school uniform, which consisted in the colors black, red, and white embroidering, then groomed my hazel nut hair into a smooth braid.
My school uniform was indeed very odd. It was like straight out of a school-life manga. The skirt was broad-fully black, while tights ran up my leg, stopping near my hips.
We also had big fancy jackets that were beautiful as well, for a not so financed school. The jacket was red with a black tie and a white undershirt. Pretty cool if you ask me.
I walked downstairs to see my mom tending towards our small house while chatting on her phone. She must of saw me, because she looked baffled.
"Felicity? Hurry up hun, it's pretty late."
I glanced at my watch, reading the red words, 7:49
Grumbling, I quickly ate breakfast, and helping myself to any necessities.
My mother suddenly walked closely, "Those purple eyes..so beautiful. Oh I'm sorry, I was meaning to say that I'm going for a mission trip tomorrow. So no party's."
I nodded my head in understanding, and headed out the door to see the bus parked at a sign. Quickly, I got on, hearing everyone's annoying and rowdy voices echoing across the small bus.
As I sat down, I took out a mirror and looked at my eyes, "Beautiful?..yeah right."
I had a habit were I looked at my eyes for the longest, and tried to pick out each constellation and fear hidden beneath them.
Some people may have thought when they first saw me, that I was wearing weird contacts or that I was a freak. Nope, purple is the color to my eyes, and the only thing I basically like about myself.
It's also the thing that separates me from everyone else, pretty special in my opinion.
A girl popped her head out the seat in front.
"Wow! Look what the bus dragged in!"sneered the girl with a chuckle.
"Hello..Lauren.."I said while still looking in the mirror, being conservative and self conscious.
Lauren rolled her eyes, "Don't you know it's rude not to look at someone while they're talking to you. Oh. And by the way, that's an ugly tie."
I slowly put my mirror back in my book bag and said with a smile, "Thanks so is your face, so please, take it off, you ruin everyone's day."
There were a few "oohs" and "got em'" comments from my comeback. Thank god her pose wasn't with her, or else I'd be dead.
Lauren scoffed and rolled her eyes while she sat back down.
Hiding behind my mirror, I gave a small smile of accomplishment.
*to class*
I sat down on the far corner of the room, and started on my little doodles of eyes. Blue, red, purple and white or any color My addiction basically to calm me down.
My school wasn't the best in finance but affordable. Our school colors were black and red, aside the fact our mascot is some weird creature . The people here conjoined in clicks and groups, the more comfortable the better.
A women walked in with black slick hair tied into a tight bun. She silenced the class and took attendance
then cleared her throat.
"Hello class, so today is gonna be different than some of your other days of school.."said Mrs Stuart, "Your other teacher, Mrs. John, had a small misconception a few days ago.."
"Misconception..? Like an accident?"
"..so I'll be your 'substitute' for the time being."
Mrs. Stuart. We heard about a her from some unknown source, but she seems to be creepy. I don't know why she became a formidable teacher. She also seems like the mysterious, closet-freak typed.
"So tomorrow..we are going to camp outside in the east forest to see if a legend is true."concluded Mrs. Stuart, eyeing every student in the class. She seemed perplexed when glancing at me.
Some classmates mumbled, then this jock whose name is Thomas Hickman, said
"BOO!! That's just some old myth that doesn't even make sense."
Mrs Stuart pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "If you all go, I will give each and everyone of you 100's for test grades, and yes I mean the whole class."
"What the hell?! That's like bribing us."I thought unbearably.
More class mumbled, then again Thomas Hickman said, "..We agreed." Making a couple students moan and some cheering, but I just sat there still drawing.
"It might actually be fun." I thought "I wondered myself if that legend was true."
It was an ok idea, but I don't care much for it. In fact I hated the idea. All I care is about my eyes, drawing, and getting out of this place.
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As I was opening my locker my best friend Ginger walked up to me and said, "So how was your day in hell?"
Ginger Foster. One of my best friends since forever and only. She's very perky and eccentric, though strange things occur when I'm around her. That is, strange things like extra homework.
"It was fine."I said "Tomorrow were going to the woods to see if a legend is true and what not.."
"Lucky..!"said Ginger with a pouty face.
"Eh, not so lucky.."I said "Ive always had a fear of the woods, I heard that my dad got killed by insane killers."
"Oh yeah you told me about that." said Ginger slightly backing away.
She did a fake clock gesture."Oh well look at the time gotta catch up on a mountain of math homework bye Felicity!!"
She waved and ran off.
"What was that about." I wondered but shrugged it off and left the school not knowing that it'll be my last time attending.
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Arriving home eased my worries greatly when I saw my mothers note, reading:
"I'll be home later today..fix up the house for tomorrow."
There was a sudden ring in my back pocket. I took out my phone to see a mysterious number calling me. Sighing, I answered it, "Hello?"
It was quiet, then a sudden static rang through my ear leaving me shocked with chills. The static kept on going forever with faint noise in the back.
Slowly but surely, I could hear talking in the background, but it couldn't be very audible.
"Kill the last eye."
"Kill the last eye."
"Kill the last eye."
That was what I assumed their muffled voices said.
Though it sounded weird, it was pretty seldom of them to say so. I decided to end it, leaving the sound and noises fade away
"Prank callers these days.."
My eyes suddenly started to hurt, so I grabbed some pills and drugged myself, not really though.
I decided to do those chores quickly and catch up on homework from Gingers so called 'bad luck', while I was at it, I as well changed my clothing.
After a couple of hours of cleaning, I could slowly feel my eyes drift to sleepiness and from the drugs.
I wish I could've moved towards my bed because my desk wasn't the greatest. Slamming on my desk, I closed my restless eyes, feeling darkness consume me in their fun.
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Thanks to all who read to the end!