Waited long enough? Good, you suffered long enough….
Warning: Violence
Chapter 4: Lavender Pink Shock
"Tear the petals off of you, make you tell the truth." –Hole, petals, 1998-
My stomach fluttered in glee. The button barely made it through the hole but it was a tight fit. Rummaging through my dresser I pulled out five more pairs and did the same. Each refused the button or was tight. It was exciting to know that my jeans barely fit around my hips. Meaning, I'm gaining some sort of weight. Tossing my pants to the side I found a floral yellow skirt and dashed downstairs.
"Morning!" I chirped happily. The aroma of bacon and coffee filled the kitchen as I sat across from a plate of eggs.
"Morning sweetie! You seem happy!" Marie was putting bread in the toaster. "You're up early as well. Have some eggs."
Stein crept into the kitchen, his eyes droopy and hair messy, he lazily sat across from me. Silence emitted from the two of us. "Crona."
"EH!" I squeaked, dropping my egg on my lap in the process. "Y-yeah?"
"Marie and I have to talk to you after school." Sipping from his cup and reading the newspaper Stein glanced up. "Be home right after, alright?"
"Yes sir." Looking up at the clock, it was time to leave. "Well, I'm off, see you."
Both parents mumbled a farewell as I slipped on my shoes and slung my bag over my shoulder.
As much as I dreaded going to school I was glad it was the final week. The past month was hellish, but at least I had some sort peace from last week and so far this week. Maybe they were getting bored of me and found a new person to torment? But I don't want anyone to become a victim to their taunting.
"Oh no." Wiping the sweat away with my black cardigan sleeve I gaped up at the school. The sun was blinding bright with hot waves of air breezing past the poster covered entrance, I wish this school would just go up in flames from this heat. My face felt hotter than it should've been, like I was roasting from the inside out.
"G'morning mop girl" A teasing sultry voice sent shivers down my spine. Long fingers held the fabric of my yellow skirt. "Ugh, the color of cheese, gross." She wrinkled her tiny nose in disgust. "Kimmy, lookie here." Purple locks bounced as she turned to wave at her friend. "Our toy came to school today!"
"Oh great," Sarcasm dripped like venom from the girl with cotton candy pink hair. "The janitors were needing a new mop, maybe you can take up the job." Even if Kim were an inch shorter, she made me feel smaller than a speck of dust. "Like our decorations?" Tearing down a large poster from the glass doors she handed it to me. "Good thing the camera adds ten pounds. You don't look very anorexic in this shot." She began laughing, "Lets go Blair, don't wanna be late."
Both girls entered the school in a fit of giggles. Staring down at the poster in my hand I couldn't decide if I should crumple it or tear it into shreds. But then the other posters had to be gone too. Ripping down each poster one by one for the entrance until my arms were full of the embarrassing prints. The bell rang long after I tore down each poster but that didn't matter at the moment.
My heart pulsed loudly in my ears and my stomach stung, maybe from breakfast, but I raced down the corridor. It was difficult running with an armful of posters but I made it to the locker room without getting caught.
"No." Dropping all the crumbled posters I gasped audibly. Tears from frustration cooled my burning cheeks, the lump in my throat was much more difficult to swallow and my stomach twisted from the stinging. From wall to wall there was various sized posters of that same image. A skinny figure up against a locker, same from this locker room, her eyes closed tight with obvious fear and arms pulled away by hands with flawless manicures revealing a tiny –almost flat- chest. "Water your Rack" was labeled in bold arial black font with a little '3' at the end. This is funny to them.
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"She's starting to look more like a mop!" Hands with multicolored nail polish pulled at my lavender pink locks. Chanting how I looked like a mop and that I should mop floor. Each girl in my seventh grade class had long flouncy TV commercial hair. Usually their hairstyles were very appealing sometimes there was bad hair days. This year I managed to grow my hair below my waist, hoping the longer my hair the less they would pick on me. Unfortunately, they thought of my pink mass of hair as the head of a mop. "Ewww, she even smells like a mop!"
Every day I would go back home and try to fix my hair into the hairstyles the other girls did. None of those hairstyles matched my pale skin or droopy eyes. Sometimes I burned myself with the curling iron by accident and it would leave an ugly mark on my hand or forehead.
"You look like you have a perm!" I was teased when I curled my hair and went to school the next day.
"What's wrong with your head?" That was the day I put my hair in a bun. "It looks like a melon!"
"Why are you trying to copy others?" It was a chilly winter day and I left my hair down. "Copy cat!" Both girls and boys pointed at me with their accusing fingers. They didn't like my hair, and I still don't know why. All I know is that seventh grade was hellish for me.
"Its gross, she doesn't shower."; "Eeewww, is that why her hair is greasy?"; "You should just shave your head bald! It'd look better."
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Sighing, I was defeated in a battle I didn't know I was fighting. Ignoring them made things worse, talking to them made things worse. How was I supposed to win? Skipping last period I meekly went into the principal's office, I told him about the torment, but only receiving nods and "mhmm's". He promised immediate action. Unfortunately he changed his mind. "It's the last week of school, I do not think it is necessary to take action," He fixed the picture on his desk. There was three people in that picture. An elegant woman with long medium blonde hair and sparkling green eyes holding the arm of the principle and in the middle their daughter, Maka Albarn. Of course, Principal Albarn has this fantasy where is daughter is the epitome of an angel. "By the ways, you girls are just playing, right?"
My shoes became more interesting than the man's face.
"You girls just like to play around! So have fun with it!" Principal Albarn gleefully smiled and shooed me out of his office.
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"We have good news!" Marie sat on the overstuffed sofa with lemonade set out. "Come on! Take a seat!" Her voice was full of joy as she prepared a drink for Crona.
"Yes, absolutely great news!" Stein excitedly said. He sat in the recliner near Marie.
Choosing to sit next to Marie I sipped the sweet lemonade. "Yes?" From their happy attitudes, there was nothing to worry about. Maybe this 'good' news would lighten my mood.
"Well," Marie reached for her husband's hand. "I'm pregnant!" She squeaked.
Left speechless, I sputtered out unfinished sentences. Stein sat up and hugged me tightly.
"You're going to be a sister Crona!" Unused to his affection I squealed loudly. "Wonderful, wonderful, news!"
"M-marie! H-help!" I was gasping and reached for Marie, who was standing and smiling widely.
"Stein please stop it, you're being too affectionate." She patted her husband's shoulder. "Put her down and lets eat dinner."
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It was Friday. Last day of school and last day of torture. Gym class was not as expected. Patty Thompson seemed to have injured her knee while having free time so the gym teacher and a classmate accompanied her to the nurse's office. Instead of enjoying the free time, I hid underneath the bleachers waiting for class to end.
"Crona!" A female student called, she poked her head underneath the bleachers. "Mrs. Montie wants to see you!" Awkwardly nodding my head I stumbled my way out from underneath the stand.
Inside the girl's locker room, Mrs. Montie had a tiny office she rarely used. Knocking on her door I heard hushed whispers and shuffling. Quickly the door opened along with a hand shooting out and grabbing me by the wrist.
Inside the cramped dark office, there was numerous giggles and whispers. Before I could panic the lights were flicked on.
"Mop girl! Don't think we'll let you leave for summer vacation without a goodbye gift!" Hard blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "Kim, would you like to do the honors?"
"Of course my dear Liz." Kim held up a pair of shiny scissors. She teasingly snipped the sharp cutters close to my nose.
"Oh Crona." A sweet but mocking voice cooed as I backed closer to the door. "Are you scared?" Her green eyes glittered with wickedness. "Hold still now." Maka grabbed for my arms and yanked me roughly into a hard steel chair.
"Wh-wha?" My arms were forced behind the chair and bound together. Everything happened to fast. The faces of five tormentors hovered above me with wicked grins. I could feel my scalp burning as hands gripped my pink locks and the sound of clipping distracted my thoughts of panic. Chunks of pink scattered onto my lap and sprinkled all over the floor as the giggling continued. "No! Stop it!" Shaking my head was no use, long fingers grabbed my jaw holding me in place. Her sharply manicured nails dug deeply into my cheeks.
"Hold still! Sheesh."; "Give me the scissors!"; "You're stepping on my foot!"; "Be happy that we're giving you a 'free' makeover!"
A variety of sarcastic voices conversed over my head but the snipping sounds never stopped. There was pile of choppy pink strands on my lap.
"Stop, please!" Hyperventilating everything around seemed to have shrunk. The ceiling and the wall dove in as the corners shot further outward. Soon their voices and giggles were muted by the sound of ringing and thumping of my heart. My chest was ready to explode as my breathing became more ragged. The shoelaces that bound my hands rubbed my wrists raw as I tried to free my hands, or at least a finger. "Please." My pleas echoed inside my head but fell on deaf ears.
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"Ready?" She waltz into the kitchen with her long sunny blonde hair. Kneeling down to meet eye to eye she smiled kindly. "Don't worry. No one won't hurt you this summer. I assure you! Oh, I forgot something!"
Today is my first day of summer. There was nothing for me to do except pack my bags and wait for Marie to get her purse. Before taking my bags to the vehicle I took a quick look into the mirror. Sicken by the way my hair looked, their joke involved me getting an awful haircut from dull scissors. Short chunks of hair strayed outward and larger chunks hung freely tickling my shoulders. The fringe was cut crooked at first, but with Marie's held, she straightened out the bangs but left a piece hanging between my eyes. I found a giant hat inside Stein's side of the closet. It was for winter purposes but it covered my head pretty well.
"Okay, lets go!"
Yesterday, Marie came home and found me under the kitchen sink wearing three hats. After finding out what happened she consoled my pathetic cries and told me about sending me away for the summer.
"Azusa will take good care of you!" She chirped as she lifted a small bag over her shoulder. "Its been years since you two met, but I bet you'll get along!"
Azusa Yumi. She is Marie's cousin who lives somewhere in California. I met her once, but she scared me, well everything scared me when I was little. Marie said that Azusa runs a several shops, restaurants, and cafes along the coast.
"She can give you a job at one of her shops! It'll be fun!" Marie was gleefully talking while driving to the airport. "You can make friends!" She was talking like me going away would be a fantasy trip.
Yes! Finally! Laziness is not an excuse! Or so I was told. Thank Noodle from noodle&doc for scolding me to finish this.
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