Josie

"Hey Josie!!" i hear someone shout at me.

Before i can even turn my head, something gooey hits my head and drips to my shoulder.

I hear laughing as i feel my head, only to realize it was mashed potatoes splattered all over my hair.

I grunt to myself as i grab my sketch book and pencils and leave the cafeteria to the bathroom. I set down my sketchbok and pencils as i face the mirror.

"Ugh," i mutter as i arrive to bathroom and turn on the sink. I look in the mirror and see the white mush literally spatted into my black hair. I roll up the sleeves of my favorite white hoodie and comb out what i could of the mashed potatoes into the trash bin.

I then carefully take off my hoddie, pulling it over my head, and then set it over my sketch book, thankful it wasn't stained with mashed potatoes.

I then turn off the water and set it on top of the toilet with my sketch book before dipping my head into teh water, and scrubbing my hair hard from any mash potato traces. I'll shower later, but its only for now.

After holding my breath for who knows how long, i pull my head back ad wipe the water from my eyes. As soon as i see into the mirror, i see a face. Only weird part, it isn't mine.

I gasp in horror and back into the wall, and blink, only to realize it was now my face. My reflection.

I rub my eyes to see if I'm imagining things, but i guess I am. I'm still in a dingy bathroom, my hair smelling like soggy mashed potatoes.

I grunt and then grab a whole wad of paper towels, dry my dripping hair the best i could, and then pull over my hoodie and grab my stuff before exiting the bathroom quickly to my room.

You'd think I'd cry. You'd think I'd cut myself. You'd think I'd become agressive. But i don't.

Whenever I'm about to cut myself, or I'm about to punch someone, i always have a voice in the back of my head saying to me. Sometimes, its either a man's raspy voice, or a woman's voice:

No, Josie. Not just yet. You'll have you're revenge soon, sweetie.

Something tells me i should listen to that voice. I do, but when I'll have my revenge, I'll never know.

My 16th birthday is coming up, so i don't even expect a cupcake crumb. It's like that here every year, and I'm fine.

But Derick always gets me a frosted cookie he snaggs from the cafeteria.

I couldn't stop thinking about the fae. It had eyes like mine, but it was as if they bore into my soul. The face was sickenly pale, almost like mine. But what worried me more was the smile- that god awful smile. It was as if someone got a knife and carved a smile on his face reaching either side up almost to his ears.

I shrug it off, probably a hallusination from my fever. Its not bad, my temperature is now at 101 degrees F, but i still get dizzy at times.

I had a interview in three hours, so i'll shower later and get dressed. Maybe this time, this family won't reject me for the same reasons.

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Picture suppose to represent Josie as if seeing Jeff (even if its Jeff but you get the idea).-->>