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Hell

There are days when she’s happy, the highest she’sbeen in years. It’s those times that she wears the biggest smile on her face,pale cheeks flushed to a rose red. Her beautiful lilac eyes glisten in theshining sun, brightening anyone’s day; her silver, short hair gracefullycatches the wind, tamed and elegant. She has her pride and confidence on hersleeves, prepared for the expected and unexpected to be tossed into herdirection. It’s the best qualities of her that spring from her personal darkness,the way she’s supposed to feel around her best friends. This beautiful side ofher is the reason that when she’s unaware, he gazes into her genuinely, andfeels nothing but love for her. She’s the person everyone knows her as. She’salways fine. Nothing beats her down.

           It was just the way she was thatFriday. She was smiling wider than ever before, and she was feeling as powerfulas a super woman in a manga. The rising sun rose only to get a glimpse of thisbeautiful work of art standing quietly by the stop sign of a four-wayintersection, the very same one she’s been waiting at for the school bus eversince she can remember. Her skin looked silk smooth, softer than ever before,revealed clearly by her purple and violet stripped, off-shoulder, elbow-lengthsleeved shirt. On her hands she wore black leather, fingerless gloves with apatch to reveal the backside of her hand. Her knee-high, denim blue skirt gentlyfollowed the breeze which chilled her legs, only covered by black and whitestripped tights and a pair of black leather flats with a thin, small strap onher feet.

           The fall weather was nice, but notall the time. It was uncomfortable and felt like a season one just sort ofdealt with for the sake of not complaining. Yet, it did share it’s moments ofjoy, like the pleasing moment when the leaves change, and the crisp air pilesthem up on the cool ground beneath the tree trunks. It was this kind of weatherthat she enjoyed and dreaded, but it was better than summer’s scorching heat.

           “Hey! Rei!” a familiar voice calledout to the teenage girl.

           She turned and smiled brightly tothe owner of the voice, a teenage boy with messy, short brown hair and gleaminggem green eyes. He wore a blue tank top underneath a white collared,button-down, short sleeved shirt, a pair of tight fit grey jeans, and a pair ofblack and white sneakers. On his wrists, he wore black and white checkeredbands. She nodded lightly before greeting him with a warm, “Good morning,Mitchell… How are you?”

           “Good.” Mitchell answered as hewalked up beside her. His smile grew on his face as he admired her positivedemeanor. “You feeling okay today?”

           Rei nodded once more. “Yes,actually.”

           “Wow, that’s a first… in a longtime.” Mitchell gave her a thumbs up. “I’m proud of you.”

           She couldn’t help but look away.“Thanks…”

           “You’re welcome.” Mitchell clearedhis throat. “So, do you have any plans for the weekend?”

           “Um… no, actually.” She paused. “Whydo you ask?”

           “Um,” he began, burning red face ashe spoke, “I-I, uh… I-I was j-just w-w-wondering s-s-something…”

           “Go on.”

           “I-I-I, uh… I-I mean-… Y-y-you-….”

           She blinked.

           Stumbling over his words, hesuddenly wasn’t able to form even a single sound that formed a word or phrasethat logically made sense. His mouth just shut down like a power plant thatjust lost electricity. Unable to snap out of the trance, he stopped attemptinghis words, staring down at the ground in shame.

           Rei curiously reached out to touchhis shoulder, but stopped herself immediately. What was he going to ask thatmade him so flustered? Whatever it was, it had to be serious. Mitchell alwaysshut down when he had something important on his mind, unable to express histhoughts into words. She wished she could give him the strength to speak, butit was nearly impossible.

           “…I’m sorry.” Mitchell finally brokethe silence.

           “N-no, it’s not your fault,” she reassuredhim, “It’s okay.”

           “Maybe one day, I’ll stop being asocial freak.” He forced out a laugh.

           Before Rei could make a response,the school bus arrived. The bus driver opened the doors so the two could enterbefore speeding off. The bus driver was always running late, so he drove fastand didn’t care if the students sat down in time. Rei and Mitchell gripped ontothe seats tightly to catch their balance before finding the adrenaline to sitdown beside each other. They mostly sat in silence, watching as the familiarfaces got on. The nerdy boy that is obsessed with comic books. The jock thatadores his muscles more than women. The tiny punk who looked like he’d beatyour ass in a minute. The silent Japanese kid that had huge glasses that willfall off his face one day. The skinny bitches that think they are so beautifuland perfect, all whom which have to travel in groups of three.

           And then there was the strangelesbian and Satanist. She had cold brown eyes that would kill a man if helooked too close, the snarl of a panther, a black, laced fedora that sat on topof her violet-dyed bobbed hair with eyebrow-length bangs. She wore a blackshirt with shoulder-length sleeves, a purple and silver glitter design ofchaotic, abstract lines on the front, the back of the shirt laced to reveal herpale skin. On her arms, she wore long fishnet gloves, pointed to wrap aroundher middle finger. She had baggy black slacks and a pair of knee-high, black,leather boots, buckles and straps decorated around it. She was a girl thatwould bite your eye out with her single move of a growl her lips might dare toutter.

           When she entered the bus, being thelast stop the driver had to make before reaching the school, she darted on witha lustful rage, like a model on a runway. She always made quite the entrance,everyone making notice and giving her the undivided attention she deserved.Mitchell clung to Rei’s arm like a warrior with a shield as she passed throughthe crowded bus to sit in the very last seat in the back of the bus, as herusual routine would hold. Only today, she broke the norms.

           As the goth entered the bus, shestopped as she passed by Mitchell and Rei’s seat. A sinister smile grew to herlips as she chuckled lightly.

           “W-w-what’s so f-f-funny?” Mitchellhad to ask, afraid to hear her answer.

           Her soft voice cooed, “You look sopathetic sitting there with your girlfriend like that.”

           “G-g-girlfriend!?”

           “Yeah… and I feel so bad for you…”

           “D-do you?”

           “Yeah…. What’s your name, kid?”

           “Uh, M-mitchell. T-this is myfriend, R-rei,” he motioned his head towards the silver haired girl beside him.

           “A true pleasure to make youracquaintance, my darlings,” she laughed again before introducing herself. “Thename’s Hana. Hana Overly, but you may feel free to refer to me as Satan’sdaughter if you’d like.”

           “N-no thanks. H-hana is good enoughf-for me…” Mitchell murmured, just loud enough to be heard.

           “Would you like to sit down?” Reioffered, scooting closer to Mitchell to make room for the violet hair girl tosit.

           With a nod, Hana smiled. “Sure.Thanks.”

           Mitchell’s eyes widened as hewatched the spooky Satanist sit down beside his childhood friend. What on Earthwas Rei thinking?! Hana was a crazy girl that would probably cause them Hell ifshe desired it even for a minute. Why was it suddenly an obligation to talk tothis chick?

           “So… Hana,” Rei quietly asked, “Whatdo you enjoy as a hobby?”

           “Besides reading and practicingworshipping our lord and savior? I’d have to say listening to music or pushingaround punks.” Hana laughed at the thought of ruining some kid’s day, pushinghim into a garbage can and watching the humiliation plaster onto his face.

           “The devil is not our lord andsavior. God is.” Mitchell chimed in. “He is the holy light that brought us lifeand will bring us peace on Earth in the near future.”

           “Pfft! Please… you expect me tobelieve some homeless bum in a toga is going to wave his hands and bring joy onEarth? How is he supposed to stop war or end violence by waving his hands? Arewe supposed to be silenced by his jazz-hands just because it’s the homeless bumin a toga waving his hands?!” Hana laughed viciously once again.

           Mitchell glared at her. “God is nota homeless bum. He is the almighty, powerful creator-…”

           “Who wears a toga and waves hishands.” She interrupted.

           Rei frowned, listening to the restof their debate the rest of the ride. Once they arrived at the school, she feltlike she could breathe as everyone left the bus, following behind the brunetand violet in silence. Maybe if she was quiet, she could inch in a word tochange the topic. With how much Hana and Mitchell were bickering back andforth, Rei wasn’t sure that would be easy. Still, she patiently waited for herturn as the three walked into the school building, through the hallways untilthey each reached a long set of lockers. Rei respectively went to hers,isolated from her other two friends by approximately fifteen lockers apart.Hana’s and Mitchell’s ironically were placed beside one another’s.

           At this point, Rei couldn’t hear theconversation her friends were having anymore, allowing her mind to travel asshe opened her locker, taking out textbooks from her locker and replacing themwith the ones in her backpack. It was like she could feel rain clouds formingin the sky, brewing up a storm as they began to scatter. Trying to shake thethought, she closed her locker and returned to her friends, who were stilltalking about their religious differences like one was better than the other.Finally, Rei snapped.

           “It doesn’t matter whose God isbetter than whose!” Rei spoke up, “What matters is that you both have faith ina figure of spiritual status that motivates you to reach your goals and succeedin life.”