High School Fits

Posted on Wed May 26th, 2021 @ 7:57am by Cecily Carlisle

Mission: The Factions
Location: Drake Academy
Timeline: Afternoon

Cecily walked out of history class when the bell rang, the pleated skirt of her school uniform swishing along with her legs. This was what happened when your guardian neglected your education, put you in a mental institute, and then you ran away with your brother and lived on the streets for two years. You end up a twenty-year-old high school student.

A few students said hello, and Cecily smiled at them, not saying a word. She pulled out her phone to check her messages as she headed to the library. She had this period free. A few from her brother, mostly inane, a few amusing. One from her uncle. She frowned.

Then the world seemed to blur around Cecily. She stopped short and froze in the hallway. Her eyes stared ahead, phone hung limp in her hand. Someone bumped her as they passed, and her body turned, staring at the wall. She wasn’t aware of the stares and whispering around her, their voices fading away.

A gaggle of girls walked along the corridor, seniors, a class ahead of Cecily. It stopped, forming a clump around the staring blonde.

“Yo, Carlisle,” a black girl asked. “What are you staring at?” Ebony waved her hand in front of Cecily’s face.

“She’s such a freak,” a blonde white girl laughed. Ivory gave Cecily’s hair a tug. “Anyone home in there?” she teased.

Cecily made no response, just kept staring.

“Oh, hey, I got an idea,” Ebony giggled, digging in her bag. She pulled out a Sharpie.

Ivory laughed. “Totally!” She turned Cecily to face them. “God! That’s so creepy!” she said of Cecily’s unblinking stare.

“Totally,” Ebony said, proceeding to draw a curling moustache on Cecily’s upper lip with the Sharpie.

“This is so great!” Ivory laughed, and the rest of the girl gang formed a body screen around them as Ivory took the Sharpie and added a little goatee on Cecily’s chin. The girls giggled.

Then the gang moved off, and Cecily just stood there, staring.

Cecily continued that way for about five minutes. Another student came by, looked at her, laughed, and dug some ice out of his water bottle. He looked around, felt Cecily up a bit, and then slipped an ice cube into her cleavage before hurrying off.

Cecily shivered, coming out of the spell. She blinked and looked down, seeing the wet stain on the front of her school blouse. She sighed and dug the ice cube out of her bra. If that was the worst that happened… At least it had been a short spell.

Cecily changed direction, going to her phone again, texting her brother to ask him where he was at. Then she sent a text to Headmaster Syn with a name and town.

FIN

Dame Cecily Carlisle
Oracle
Drake Academy student

Ebony and Ivory
Mean Girls