Mika Alexis

“Mika Alexis has been murdered.”

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Everyone rushed into the building. It was stuffy and had a foul depressing mood filled across the entire air, suffocating to say the least. I walked behind the rest of the mindless pack, a bunch of frilly girls that strutted with pride that spelled out BITCH. But then again, maybe I was a bit too critical of them? After all, looks can be deceiving.

“Move out our way dumbass. Can’t you see who you’re in front of? You should grovel and beg for forgiveness for being blind.” One of the girls said, her lips curved in a foul smirk, her eyeliner heavy and thick her uniform prim and proper as she pushed another student.

Nevermind, she is a bitch. I thought to myself as I walked past.

I started at the sheet of paper trying to locate the insufferable location of my new class. Private school was not my style, yet I was shipped here like a rodent, locked away without a wish of my own.

Beverley State Penitentiary.

“The brilliant facility for bright minded youthful girls. Here you shall be shaped into the perfect model of beauty and brain, the superior species to say the least. We are unlike any only housing fifteen students every few years and you are our lucky few. Congrats!”

Peachy.

I had thought to myself listening to The Director as she spoke with a boastful voice. Her stature was firm and upright, not slouching for even a tiny, miniscule, it felt…suffocating.

Everything felt suffocating. The doors, the huge mansion, the timetable, the dorms, the classes, teachers, students, people, myself…everything. Maybe I was paranoid, maybe I was being too judgy but…it felt odd.

I had a fair share of hatred for things. But nothing was as annoying as suffocation. Whether that be my own people or strangers. I never enjoyed it, not one bit. And it annoyed me to the core.

The constant chattering, the constant observations and looking at you every second, bickering about your personal life, whether you were enjoying life, what was wrong and what was right, the good, the bad, the…sigh…everything.

I hate everything.

I arrived at the classroom. Opening the sliding door, I looked inside at the depressing state I had to reside for the next few years. The desks perfectly with each chair neatly positioned in the middle and the surrounding objects all polished to perfection.

15 desks, 15 chairs, 15 reasons to die.

I entered begrudgingly, making my way towards the back corner of the class. I hated gatherings, and I hated being close to any teacher that sucked the tiny life I already had. I stared out the window, looking onto the campus below as a couple of late comers were rushing in the building.

The sky was clear…for once and the sun shone with a positive dialect. Suddenly, a group of students burst in, as everyone rushed to gather into their seats trying to find the best spaces before anyone else.

It was noisy, loud and noisy. Something I wished would never happen in my life, yet it has. And so, I sat down, covering my ears as I stared at the desk. It was rather pretty, for a desk that was.

Intricately detailed, with markings of ancient words and texts that I had never seen before. I liked to think I was quite educated in ancient languages, yet this was something entirely different. I spent a while trying to decode it, but to no avail. It looked far different than any I had ever seen.

“He…Hello!”

I snapped back to reality. Looking up, I noticed a girl hovering over as she stared down at me, her face slightly flushed, probably from calling multiple times over. She had freckles dotted perfectly above her cheeks and across her nose, her brunette hair was braided beautifully, and her golden hazel eyes shone with much enthusiasm that destroyed me. She clutched onto a tattered book as her eyes gleamed with unbridled joy.

“Finally! You seemed zoned out like crazy. Woah your hair is so cool! Not many girls have short hair. And fully black not even a streak of colour. And those eyes! I love it, I’ve never seen anyone with red eyes before. You look totes like a movie star. What’s your name. I’m Emily. Emily Levermann.”

Her voice was slightly squeaky, as she blurted out without a pause. I just stared at her. Shocked or dazed, I do not know but her personality bubbled with an annoying persona. I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could the teacher entered the room. Her stance uptight and insanely formal as she stood behind her desk.

Emily sat next to me. And in rounds, she called each student to stand and state their name. Some responses were half hearted, others excited beyond belief, and some nervous whimpers. And then came my turn. I stood up and let out a small sigh of annoyance before I spoke in a low, monotone voice.

“I’m Mika Alexis. Nice to meet you.”