August 20, 2153 3:49 P.M.
Dear self,
I do not like school. Not one bit. Today was awful. It was okay at some parts, but mainly awful.
When I got to school, some people scared me. And no, I'm not talking about looks. They were mean; saying awful things and hurting people. I have a really strong sixth sense, and I could tell most of them were demons. And it made my head hurt. Someone started yelling at me for some odd reason. I don't remember what he was angry about. He was just angry. And that made me sad. So I curled up in a fetal position and started to cry in the middle of the hallway.
I don't remember how long I was on the floor, but when I opened my eyes, there was strong hands, GRAY hands, darting in front of my eyes, and picking me up by the collar of my sweater, lifting my feet off the ground and soon, sending me staring into electric blue eyes of an angry man.
"What are you doing outside of MY class? LATE?"
"Crying, sir," I answered.
This man was a teacher. I could tell by the first sentence he barked at me. He was very tall and skinny. He had a lab coat and jeans, which might I say, did not match with his black shoes. That bothered me, but I kept my mouth shut. He had hair that was a darker gray than his skin, covering one of his eyes, and stitches were barely visible under them. But the ones on his neck I could clearly see. That made me very uncomfortable. This was the teacher that performed dissections, I had guessed. And that was really scary. Very, very scary. He was mad at me. And I was in trouble. And I started to cry. Again.
"Fine. Get in," he demanded, putting me down and shoving me inside to an awful, chemical smelling classroom.
Everyone was staring at me and the angry professor as we both stumbled into the classroom. Some people giggled. Other people looked concerned.
"Now," he growled as I quickly found my way to a seat, "since you are FIFTEEN minutes late to my class, why don't you start by introducing yourself?"
I stared at him, slowly trying to piece together what he was asking, word by word.
"Well?" he said impatiently, interrupting my train of thought. "Why you little... If you even THINK about ignoring me-"
"My name is Miesiac," I finally said, after understanding his question.
Then the kids started to laugh at me. I felt myself shrink even more and my face turn red hot. All of them were laughing. All of them. Except for a few. But they were thinking it, I was certain of it.
The professor groaned, infuriated, moving his long bangs out of his face so his glare could pierce through me even more.
"You.... are interrupting... my class... I do not tolerate such misbehavior." A grin etched upon his face and the class went silent. All you could hear was the wind outside.
Professor Azure's hand slid across his slick desk as he grabbed something on the surface. I blinked. The object was shiny. I liked that it was shiny.
He stumbled over and lurched over my desk, grabbing my face, squishing in my cheeks very hard. My nose was squished, now, so it was kinda hard to breathe. My face started to hurt. I was scared. I could start to bleed from the inside of my mouth.
"What do we have here...?" His hand released my cheeks and trailed up my face to my left eye.
I always kept a patch over that eye. I don't like seeing those "things". When the man took off the patch and stared at my eye, his jaw dropped in fascination.
"This is such a marvelous eye." He moved the shiny thing and poked my eye with it. The object didn't hurt me. Or damage me. Since my eye is a robotic machine nothing bad happens to me physically.
My eye clicked, angry, and flashed red lights in his face. His pupils shrank. My vision went black in my left eye and it returned to it's original color. Like it always did.
"You look like a fun dissection project," he whispered, grabbing my face and squishing my cheeks again with one hand, and the other hand grabbing my elbow and pressing me against the seat. "Let me dissect you," he hissed, his eyes calm and his face nonchalant. I could feel his hot breath on my face. It was sending shivers down my spine. This was scary. And then I felt something sharp begin to prod at my skin.
That's when I panicked on the inside.
"Azure, wait-" a boy began, standing up out of his seat. Before the door swung open.
"Azure, do you have a few extra SCANS ? I need a few extra-" A really pretty lady was standing at the door. She glared at the other teacher trying to rip open my precious skin.
"AZURE!" she gasped, marching towards him. She took his hand furiously, and for once... the professor stood down.
"This is my classroom...." he complained.
"You. do. NOT. dissect. this. girl," the woman snapped, her brown hair getting in her face, before she blew it away with an irritated puff of air. "Oh, come on, dear, come with me," she said, looking worried as she put her hand on my arm gently to help me out of my seat. I realized how much of a wreck I must have looked. The thought of dying right there had made me so upset, my knees wouldn't work. And I was shaking. And I couldn't breathe real good. I was crying very hard and for a long time and hadn't noticed.
"Boxxy-"
"I don't want to HEAR IT, Azure! You should read student files BEFORE you go and try to dissect a disabled girl, especially on her first day!" And with those words, the woman slammed the door shut.
I must have still been crying very much, because she got on her knees and rubbed my face, the tears smearing on my cheeks.
"Shh shh shh.... It's okay, now... It's okay..."
"Thank you," was all I could choke out before I started sobbing again. "Why would he do that? I didn't mean to do anything. I feel really sorry. Can I go apologize to him?"
"No no no, not at all. You didn't do anything wrong," she murmured. She gave me a hug.
Can you believe it? Me. A hug. She gave me a hug. A complete stranger cared for me.
She told me to take a couple of deep breathes, and I did. After breathing into her long, brown hair, she drew back, putting her hands on my shoulders.
"You feel better now?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay, come on, let's go to my classroom. I'll get you some soup."
Soup? Nice lady? Hug? This was all too much. There's only one other lady who does that. My care-taker. I don't really... remember her name. She's a real nice person. Beautiful; she's got curly, cream-colored hair, very silky and nice to feel. She's got soft skin, and she's tall and skinny. Very graceful. The perfect image of a kind woman. Although she feeds me and gives me hugs and a place to stay, I don't feel the same connection with her as I do... this Boxxy woman. Boxxy is different, somehow. And I never see my care-taker a lot.
We went into her classroom and it was much different from the previous. Her room had brick walls and cement flooring. She had one single large window that took the majority of the portion of the wall on the far right side. She also had a clock on the wall. It was bothering me. Really bothering me. But I don't want her to take it down. I don't want her to do anything else for me. She's already being too nice. Not that I don't like it. Because I do.
Boxxy got a thermos from a net-looking bag under her desk. She moved her pretty hair from out of her eye before she unscrewed the cap. I stared at every movement she made. Boxxy handed me the thermos, and motioned for me to take a sip. I followed her gesture and drank the warm, comforting liquid as she pulled her chair, spinning it around, and dragged it from her desk to mine so that she was facing me.
"So," she began, resting her head on her hands, propping her white elbows on the table. "I'm so sorry that had to happen. Your name is Miesiac, correct? Well, hi, I'm Mrs. Boxxy. But you can just call me Boxxy, though," she said.
I swallowed the delicious soup, and then blinked at her for a second. I then carefully placed the metal container on the desk and held my hand out. Boxxy narrowed her eyes at my hand.
"Uh.." she started before I interrupted her.
"I read it was a formal greeting from one person to another. A symbolism for saying 'hello'."
Boxxy hesitantly stretched her hand forward and awkwardly took mine.
We shook hands.
"I know a lot about you," she muttered, giving me a soft smile.
"Should I be creeped out?"
Boxxy laughed this real pretty laugh.
"That's cute," she commented.
I picked up the thermos and drank once again.
"How about you come over to my house tonight for dinner or something with me and my husband? We can all talk."
"That's really weird, miss."
She giggled, rolling her eyes. "Just come on over after school. Here," she said, getting up and walking back to her desk, getting a sheet of paper off of it. Boxxy handed me the paper. It had words. Directions. I looked back at her and smiled.
"Okay."
I didn't bother to question her. She wanted to talk, and I trusted her.
We chatted for a bit more. Simple things. This woman was becoming my friend. I'm glad she's one of the teachers.
After a few minutes, I finished the soap and thanked her for everything. She led me out and hugged me again, reminding me about after school. I said okay and then went back to class.
When I walked in, Professor Azure said nothing, but continued instructing the students on how to make an incision on an animal they were dissecting. The creature was a mouse-frog.
I sat down at the seat I was in before and stared at the mouse-frog in front of me. These creatures were not hard to find. They were basic mice, but with webbed feat, extended jumping height, and a long, sticky tongue to grasp insects with. They were cute. They were living things. Mine looked at me and sniffed my hand. No one wanted to disobey Professor Azure, and they'd already killed their projects and started chopping up innocent animals.
I refused. Mine hopped into my hand and began to sniff my hand more in depth. It got on its two back legs and squeaked once, blinking up at me. It liked me. So, I named her 'It'. Since it was all I called her. It hopped onto my arm, scurrying down my side and into my pockets in my sweater. She curled up, and It started to sleep, breathing safe and comfortable in my pocket. I gently stroked It's fur with my pointer finger. Her fur was very soft.
I looked over at a boy next to me. He was very tan with dark brown hair. And he was looking down regretfully at his dead mouse-frog.
"It doesn't feel right, does it?" I asked.
"Not in the slightest..." he whispered back, before he once again reached for his scalpel. I looked away.
At the end of class, I accepted a zero for a test grade and walked outside of the school, and behind the entire city, which wasn't far from the back of the school. The land that went on for miles was just a desert wasteland. The sun was red, and my entire vision was almost orange from the light reflecting off the yellow sand. A normal day. I let It go. I let her free. Mouse-frogs love the radiated wastelands. They thrive off of the land. And I knew It would be happy. I wanted her happy. And I knew she would be a free mouse-frog as I watched her leap off into the distance. Maybe one day, everyone could have as much freedom and happiness as she did. Running to her family. It stopped in her tracks, looking back at me. She sniffed the air once, as if to thank me, then turned, hopping and squeaking back to her home. Back to where she belonged.
And now I am at my care-taker's house. Alone. Like most of the time. I should stop this entry here since I have to get ready to go to Boxxy's house. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.
Bye.
Miesiac