Metamorphosis.
Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:27 am
It was raining that Tuesday morning, which was a fine thing. The campus grass and local flora were beginning to crisp and yellow due to the three straight weeks of blazing sun-scorched summer days. It was 6 am when Yulia rolled out of bed; the other inhabitants of her room were slumbering away quietly. She sat with her legs landing on the floor lightly as she rubbed at her shoulders. They’ve been aching for a week now. Aches were not unusual to most, especially to kids like her. She was generally swift to tend the pains inflicted from everyday battles, but these pains on her back weren’t going away. They were dull but constant, and she was concerned. For someone that hadn’t dealt with true bodily pain for more than an hour at most, she was very concerned.
She slid her feet into maroon flip-flips and gathered her uniform, towel, and toiletries. She slipped out of the dormitory and headed to the showers. She turned the faucet and let the hot beads pelt her on the face. The searing water washed over her shoulder blades, her face twisting into a grimace. She reached for the ache and gasped when her fingers fumbled upon a hard knob. She felt the other shoulder, and symmetrically laid was another knob. Yulia ripped through the shower curtains and spun in front of a mirror. She stared at her back in astonishment as she wiped at the steam that enveloped the mirror's surface. Brown protrusions had pushed through flesh. Breathing erratically, she clothed herself without drying off.
Yulia sat with her wet head laid against the wall at the doorway to the English CP course she was taking for the summer. She had to make up for the lack of satisfactory grades she made during spring semester. Her eyes stared in piercing bewilderment at the lockers adjacent to the room. The dark-cloaked figure of Sister Mary Moltar hastened toward the classroom. Her gait stalled as she made it to the door, contemplating the dripping Yulia inquisitively. She glanced away and began unlocking the door.
“You’re here early, Miss Darek,” she had stated artlessly.
Yulia stared up at her stern face, “I like English.”
Moltar frowned, “So much that this is quite possibly the 5th time you’ve attended summer makeup since classes started in July?”
Yulia rose to her feet, lurching over the sister, “Nope. I have been in class. You just have not see me.” She winked and grinned.
Moltar sighed as she pushed open the door, “Seen.”
For the hour and 15 minute duration of the class, Yulia stared off into space, mind reeling and back throbbing.
She slid her feet into maroon flip-flips and gathered her uniform, towel, and toiletries. She slipped out of the dormitory and headed to the showers. She turned the faucet and let the hot beads pelt her on the face. The searing water washed over her shoulder blades, her face twisting into a grimace. She reached for the ache and gasped when her fingers fumbled upon a hard knob. She felt the other shoulder, and symmetrically laid was another knob. Yulia ripped through the shower curtains and spun in front of a mirror. She stared at her back in astonishment as she wiped at the steam that enveloped the mirror's surface. Brown protrusions had pushed through flesh. Breathing erratically, she clothed herself without drying off.
Yulia sat with her wet head laid against the wall at the doorway to the English CP course she was taking for the summer. She had to make up for the lack of satisfactory grades she made during spring semester. Her eyes stared in piercing bewilderment at the lockers adjacent to the room. The dark-cloaked figure of Sister Mary Moltar hastened toward the classroom. Her gait stalled as she made it to the door, contemplating the dripping Yulia inquisitively. She glanced away and began unlocking the door.
“You’re here early, Miss Darek,” she had stated artlessly.
Yulia stared up at her stern face, “I like English.”
Moltar frowned, “So much that this is quite possibly the 5th time you’ve attended summer makeup since classes started in July?”
Yulia rose to her feet, lurching over the sister, “Nope. I have been in class. You just have not see me.” She winked and grinned.
Moltar sighed as she pushed open the door, “Seen.”
For the hour and 15 minute duration of the class, Yulia stared off into space, mind reeling and back throbbing.