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Jacklynn Morriet woke up in her own bed and
rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked at the clock. 6AM. Curses, she thought, an hour before it rings. She
contemplated plopping back into sleep for an extra hour, but decided it would
make her even sleepier than she was now. She climbed out of bed and stood on
her stone cold floor.
A pang of icy coldness shot up through her.
She quickly crossed her arms, trying to encage remaining warmth inside her. Then
she realized, Oh, I wore my hoodie to
sleep last night.
Nevertheless, she hurriedly got ready for
school as the town woke up in the light of dawn.
“Another day of hiding…” she murmured after
locking her apartment doors. She hesitated for a second, as if thinking about
something. Then she put the light blue-coloured hood over her head and faded
into the environment, leaving absolutely no traces of her existence.
Jacklynn strolled along the concrete walkway
which eventually would lead to her destination, Seasons Academy(High School),
after some turns and roads. She spotted some classmates walking towards her
direction, and as usual, her classmate whizzed past by without even making eye
contact. Of course. She was invisible.
Even though Jacklynn herself already knew
that, she still kept reassuring herself, “I’m invisible…no one can see me...or
find me…” She tucked both hands into both pockets on either side of her hoodie
because they were sweating profusely. Not because of the morning heat, she
decided firmly. You shall be found soon,
a voice had said in her nightmare two nights ago, The Lord will not be pleased with you. She shuddered. Again, it was
not because her hoodie wasn’t doing its job well or anything. Images of a baby
being thrown into churning, dark and violent waters flashed through her mind
repeatedly. Her fingers tightened inside the pockets.
That day, lessons proceeded smoothly, as
usual. Being invisible, she was allowed to doze off or sneak away from the
class, but she was self-disciplined. She would never do something like that. Every delinquent would want to offer
their everything for her invisibility. She had the intention of doing the trade,
if not for the fact that some immortal dude wanted to kill her. Besides, almost
100% of the students have forgotten her very existence, so even if she was safe
from murder, she would find zero people requesting to talk to her. Great, huh?
Then came after school. After slipping some
coins onto the cashier counter and grabbing a chicken sandwich, she quickly ate
it all. Well, invisibility wasn’t always bad, especially if you can cut the
queues and no one will ever complain. Soon after, she headed for the art studio,
located in the Arts block.
Heading into the art studio was her routine
every single day after school. She had a gift for visual arts and started
learning painting and sculpting and etc. in Seasons Academy’s six-year course.
Falling in love with it was inevitable. The smell of paint was especially
familiar to her. It seemed to be ushering her in every time.
This
feels more like home, she thought sadly. If only…
She turned to her unfinished painting on the
canvas sitting on an easel. It was a scenery of a clear blue sky, which seemed
to match her hoodie’s colour. The sky was dotted with splotches of clouds. The
whole thing seemed serene and peaceful to her, but something was definitely
bugging her. Something missing.
In fact, the whole thing looked too serene and peaceful. It could use
some conflict. Without thinking, she reached out for some dark colours of
acrylic paint, like navy blue and burnt sienna, together with her palette and
brush. Of course, there has to be white on her palette.
She closed her eyes softly, imagining a
preview of what she would be going to paint. An animal? Nope. Something
abstract? Maybe. After rummaging through her thoughts, she decided to go for a
human. I think someone with the same age
as me. Playing the piano, or violin, or any musical instrument.
Blue
hair to match with the peaceful sky. Orangey-brown-coloured instrument to
contrast and conflict with the same peaceful sky. I’ll make it an irony… A usually
peaceful person playing an instrument of destruction. Fun, isn’t it? Hahaha!
She finally opened her eyes. With a knowing
and perhaps creepy smile, her brush’s tip touched the paint-uneven surface of
the canvas.
To be continued?
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