Saffron PoV.
Glancing outside of my window I saw the beautiful sight of a light downfall of snow making its way to the soft newly wet grass. Placing my hand on my window glass I could almost feel the snowflakes landing on the window, it was almost as if I could feel the vibrations coming from every single drop, from big too small. Jerking my hand away from the window I watched as my handprint slowly faded off the glass, only leaving the memory of my hand on the glass. Letting a sigh escape my lips I fell back onto my not so comfortable grey colored mattress. The other kids here call me weird….they call me an outsider…but the thing is that it's all true….I am weird…I am an outsider….I can feel that's their right..But I don't know why…
"Saffron! What are you doing up there?! Come down here now!" Confused I glanced at my calendar. Shit! The breakfast duty was mine today! I had completely forgotten! Jumping up I struggled into my normal clothing; long sleeve shirt and long pants. Rushing to the stairs I jumped down skipping two stairs each individual jump. Scurrying to the kitchen I slid around the corner, the looks that I got when I practically flung myself into the kitchen was a chorus of disappointed and mad faces.
"Saffron Glenn…what do you have to say for yourself?" The headmaster slowly asked me whilst he leaned up against a counter that was covered in pancake batter and flour. Gulping in fear my only response was to point at my throat. "No Saffron! We all know that you're not actually mute! Stop being a twerp actually talk to us!" The headmaster quietly scolded whilst walking over to me slowly. "Now I'll give you one more chance….Saffron Glenn….what do you have to say for yourself? Seeing how this is the fifth time you've conveniently missed out on breakfast duty." Biting my lip in fear I watched his face as he scoped me up and down in disappointment. Raising his hand he slapped me across the cheek. Wincing from the stinging pain I slowly reached up to poke at the still tender skin. "Now…go finish getting ready for school. We made breakfast for the other kids, but since you're too good for breakfast duty you won't be getting your portion of food for the next week." Clasping his hands behind his back he took another step towards me. "Understood?" He asked breathing his foul breath in my face. Internally gagging from the smell I quickly nodded my head and ducked out of the kitchen. Heading into the bathroom I looked at my face in the mirror. Wincing once again I turned and tilted my head better see the mark; it's a complete hand print. Closing my eyes I started to chant to myself in my head, don't cry, don't cry. Slowly opening my eyes I looked back into the mirror to end up staring into my own eyes. You know how people say that looking deep enough into someone's eyes you can see into their soul? Yeah, either that doesn't work on me or I don't have a soul, which wouldn't surprise me, all I see when I look into my eyes are grey blobs staring back at me. Whipping my eyes for any access tears I headed downstairs and into the snow to start my long torturizing walk to school, the second place I dread going to.