Patterns

6:00 am.

I woke up.

Took a bath.

Got Dressed.

My normal routine.

Going down seeing how my mother and father are guarding my every move they immediately smiled and proceed to do what they were doing before, mother with her terrible cooking and father with his lame television shows that I don’t bother to watch on a daily basis. I grabbed my bag from the corner of the room and put on my black shoes, I touched my locket around my neck and was staring at my shoes for far too long that I didn’t notice my dad scurrying off to the dining area. I heard my mother fake cough signaling me to eat the food she prepared I exhaled loudly and sat with them saying our graces.

I was thinking that although mother had cooked something appetizing and pleasing to the eyes I can’t say the same for the taste. I bit into the food, stripped chicken I presume and I immediately gagged but kept it in I don’t want to tell her how the food tasted like shit because I might hurt her feelings. Once I finished the food I volunteered to wash the dishes but she pushed me away.

“It’s time.” those two words made me flee out of the house in an instant. I saw kids around the neighborhood step out of their houses with their uniform consisted of those ugly gray pants for the boys, gray skirt for the girls, white socks, black shoes and polo shirt with the school logo for both genders.

I know that I’m different from my peers but something about this sense of individuality actually makes me unique, and it’s greatly frowned upon this small town.

Looking at my watch it’s almost 7:30 if I don’t hurry the school will be closed and I’ll be sent to the principal’s office and I’ve heard some rumors that the punishment received is pure torture.

Seeing the gates from a far I ran towards it, just as 7:30 rolled around I made it inside in just a nick of time I looked back at the closed gate and felt sadness waving around me as I saw a girl from my Science class named Dee who didn’t make it I saw her get getting dragged by some police officials while she begged to never be late again. I closed my eyes and then touched the empty locket around my neck a habit I got whenever I’m uneasy and uncomfortable, a feeling I get inside my house which is weird because it is where I live and most of the time that I was there I am very uncomfortable even with my parents and that’s saying something. I guess in some weird way this empty locket that I have on me gave me the feeling of comfort.

“Line up children we’re doing a headcount, raise your hands when your name is called and proceed to the school doorway to receive your special treats, thank you.” a voice sounded out from the intercom.

This again.

I don't see the point of this, all we know is that we’re safe from the virus that’s spreading around the world if we’re injected by these serums which makes sense cause I know how they don’t want any contagious diseases spreading around this small town.

As our names are called one by one they finally made it to mine.

“Zy.”

Raising my hand I go to the school doorway where the school nurse is sitting with her mask and gloves on. I sat in front of her and looked away as she injected the serum making my eyes tear up a bit. I hate needles and I am no exception to the school rules, this always happen everyday and I just have to get used to it.

I stood up and proceed to go to my locker a little hazy from the serum but nothing I couldn’t handle. As if my body is rejecting the fluid I ran to the nearest bathroom to vomit.

Jesus if one of the hall monitors saw me vomit I would’ve been done for. I just hope that they didn’t.

Going out I saw X staring at me calculatedly he stared at me from head to toe and walked away.

What’s his problem?

I began to think of all the times I’ve caught him staring at me is it because of my face? My hair? But nothing came to my mind as if it got clogged all of a sudden.

You know how our uniforms are boring and very bland? To tell you the truth I hate how they’re making us wear this ugly piece of clothing and it’s itchy too yesterday I’ve put my hair in a bun with the color red, a ribbon I saw lying around the house well they did say that we have to be in our complete uniform tehnically I’m still wearing it it’s just that I added some color on my head. Well now I’m trying to hide the fact that I’m wearing colored socks that I’ve painted with some art supplies that I got from art class. So, that brings me to one conclusion.

He fucking saw my socks.

It’s not a big deal for some people because they just don’t care about their acquaintances in school and I was going to hide the socks with my normal ones around lunchtime cause the hall monitors will be checking. But the fact that he looked at me from head to toe made me think of the possibility of him telling the principal.

Jeez he’s so annoying.

I went to class but not before seeing Dee coming out of the principal’s office with a dazed look in her eyes trembling and her knees shaking. I was about to go to her but then the bell rang signaling first period, Math.

In a breeze I decided to talk to her later and proceed to my classroom I don’t want to get in trouble not when X’s speculative eyes scanned me and might be tattletaling to the principal right about now. The thought of him doing something like that irks me, I really don’t know him as a person or if he is actually the type to do that but I can’t let my guard down.