The Idiosyncratic
Chapter 3 - Apology Of Lazy Days
Max licked her dry lips, she was so warm and sleepy. Slowly consciousness started to dawn on her and she lifted her heavy eyelids, slowly adjusting to the sunlight.
Sunlight… Sunlight? Shit!
Max instantly threw body upwards off her desk which had been stuck to her skin like tape. The sun was bright, way up in the sky, midday. Her eyebrows came together as devastation flooded over her. Class started without her.
Her adrenaline had gone from normal to rocketing through the roof. She was wide awake, as were her eyes. In a matter of seconds, it usually took her at least 20 minutes to be fully awake.
Max stood up, noticing a piece of paper damp with drool stuck to the side of her cheek. She quickly pulled it off, glad she was alone. She held the note in her hand and read the handwriting on it.
'Hey Max, sorry I didn't wake you, I heard you in the showers this morning I assumed you didn't get much sleep. I told Mr.J that you were sick, take the day off.' Kate (✿◠‿◠)
Max dropped the note on the ground and pushed her palms into her eyes, god, she was tired. But… She still needed to go to class. There was too much work piling up already.
Max lifted her arms above her head and stretched up, hearing her back pop she relaxed and opened her closet.
Max flipped through some clothes, but it wasn't like she kept mall in her closet... Unlike Victoria.
Max smirked for a second, she could totally sneak into Victoria's room and take something….But as if she would ever do such a thing.
Max pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t - shirt which had a tribal looking bear on it and a black hoodie much like her grey one.
She quickly dressed and looked in the mirror. She felt the edges of her lips curl upwards.
Better than usual.
Luckily she didn't need to take another shower. Her skin was clear and her freckles complimented the colour of her hair, speaking of, her hair was slightly more curly than usual-
She froze.
Max rose her fingernails to her lips, her breathing quickly intensified.
There they were again, the ears! They were pointy, brown, furry and sticking out at the top her her head like a cat.
Max ran to her desk, retrieving her camera and tripped her way over back to the mirror.
Max felt like she shouldn't even bother to freak out if the same thing is going to happen every time she looks in a mirror she may as well get used to it. The girl rose the camera and took a shot. As fast as possible.
She pulled the camera down from her face and checked the mirror, the flower petal shapes ears were still there. Before looking the photo an idea popped into her head and she imagined she could feel the ears on her head. She concentrated, hard. Almost glaring at the mirror.
Then, they moved. Both at the same time, like they were reacting to sound. Max moved the ears! Her ears? She reached up to touch them… Again, there was nothing. It was so strange, she could almost physically feel the ears on her head, but she couldn't touch them. They were moving like satellite discs.
Max didn't know what to feel, excited? Disappointed? Worried or concerned? Was she having a psychotic episode?
Max grabbed the polaroid from her camera.
Oh, of course.
The picture was missing what she was seeing. Just her face, looking in the mirror with shock. For Max, that confirmed it. She was going mental. Did something slip something into her drink? Were the pancakes she ate the two whales diner laced with some sort of drug which caused hallucinations?
Max sighed to herself and ran her hands through her hair.
She moved her eyes through her dorm room as if looking for a solution. Max bit her lip and internally battled with herself, trying to decide what choice to make.
Ugh! Stuff it.
Max grabbed her brown bag, her camera, phone, a few books and her pencil case and rushed out of the dorm. Sprinting to the main building.
Sorry for the very short and shitty chapter, someone close to me ended their life other night. I haven't really been in the mood. Thank for reading anyway.
