X-Gene piece 2
yay, so next installment.
Gene X
Normalcy?
“Dammit, why won’t you stay on my finger?!” the girl yelled, watching as her contact lens landed on the counter top, glistening with solution. She sighed, having already been at this for five minutes now. She absolutely hated mornings, the fact that she needed to catch a bus made it that much more annoying.
Picking the lens up and balancing it on her finger, she used the other hand to widen her eyelids and put the small see through item on her eye, allowing it to stick before removing her hands. She blinked twice, letting the lens shift slightly and adjust. Looking back into the mirror, she sighed, realizing now she had to fight with her other eye. It was worth it though, all of it. The contact lenses, the clothes she wore, the rest of her makeup, all of it. She has standards for how she needs to look, and that is what is important. Sure, school is important to learn stuff, but the social aspect is way more important.
Finishing with her eyes, she went to her closet and pulled out the clothes she wanted, scratching her back before getting changed. Her back had been really itchy lately, becoming red and irritated after a few seconds of scratching. She and her mother chalked it up to winter itch, considering the layered clothing she had been wearing due to the temperature. It was an unusually cold winter where they lived, and it was taking a toll on her tan, skin, and hair. Not to mention she hated cold weather. Giving her back one more good scratch, she took the hooded sweatshirt off the hanger and slipped it on over her head, pulling her long red hair out of material and letting it hang down.
Bringing herself back to her mirror, she fluffed her hair out and tied it into a long ponytail, letting it trail down her back. She finished applying her makeup, using blush, mascara, lipstick and various shades of eyeliner and eye shadow. She didn’t over do it, lest her father call her a hooker or a prostitute, and headed down stairs.
Her thick snow boots thudded as he stepped down the wooden stair case, holding on to the banister as she made her way down. Yawning widely, she walked through the family room and past her father’s den before reaching the kitchen. Both of her parents had taken off for work already, so today, like every other day, she sat in silence and had a bowl of cereal. She glanced at the fashion section of the morning newspaper while she ate. Finished, and dissatisfied with the newspaper, she drained the milk from the bowl and placed the bowl in the dishwasher, still full with the dishes and utensils from the night before, meaning her mother didn’t get around to running the machine.
Noticing the time, she picked her bag up from by the foot of the stairs and tried to scratch her back through the sweatshirt, before getting her coat, gloves, and earmuffs. She walked out of the house with her coat half on, locked the front door, and ran to the sidewalk of her property just as the bus rolled up to her house and stopped, the door sliding open. She smiled and waved to the driver as she climbed up the stairs, looking into an empty bus. She just happened to be the first stop on this route.
Walking down the aisle, she found her favorite seat in the middle of the bus and took her phone out, checking her texts and updating her facebook status. It took a few minutes, but her friends slowly started to board the bus as their stops came up in the route. Her back was still bothering her, but she tried not to make it seem so.
Once they reached high school and she made some changes, she became popular and very well liked. It also helped that she was a cheerleader, starting point guard for the girls team, and a state entry track runner. On top of it, was the academics. Even though she cared not for learning, she always did well in her classes because they were so easy.
Sitting against the window, she took a pen out and lightly tried to rub the spots on her back. It felt like her skin was kinda splitting, but not in a painful way. It felt strange and awkward, and she had no idea how to react to it. She could feel the muscles under her back tighten and stretch. Now she was starting to get worried, because she had a game that night. She could have worn her jersey, but she was too classy for that, and just wished the bus would arrive at school already.
The bus finally pulled into the drop zone and all the students went to get up. She grabbed her bag and was about to get off when she heard her name.
“Hey Gabbie, wait up!” a voice rang out over the clamor. Gabbie sighed, and stood right outside the bus when she got off, waiting for the caller. She finally figured out who called her. Steven Kalzin, one of the jocks of the school. This guy in particular had been hitting on her for weeks, clearly not seeing that she wasn’t interested. When she saw who it was that called her, she started walking away, her back really starting to bother her.
“Gabbie! Hold on. What’s the rush? Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out after the game tonight. Considering you gals will destroy them, it will be a victory outing,” he said smiling.
“Listen Steve, I don’t know. Anyway, I’m feeling funny, and need the bathroom. So, goodbye,” she said, rushing off. She hurried her way to the locker room, where she would have bigger mirrors and more room to move. She took her sweatshirt and undershirt off, standing there in her bra and turned to the side to look in the mirror, and gasped in horror. Her entire back looked scaly and dry, like the skin of the crocodiles at the zoo in town. She looked with horror and tapped the scales with her fingernail, feeling the hardness of them. What was happening to her….
Gene X
Normalcy?
“Dammit, why won’t you stay on my finger?!” the girl yelled, watching as her contact lens landed on the counter top, glistening with solution. She sighed, having already been at this for five minutes now. She absolutely hated mornings, the fact that she needed to catch a bus made it that much more annoying.
Picking the lens up and balancing it on her finger, she used the other hand to widen her eyelids and put the small see through item on her eye, allowing it to stick before removing her hands. She blinked twice, letting the lens shift slightly and adjust. Looking back into the mirror, she sighed, realizing now she had to fight with her other eye. It was worth it though, all of it. The contact lenses, the clothes she wore, the rest of her makeup, all of it. She has standards for how she needs to look, and that is what is important. Sure, school is important to learn stuff, but the social aspect is way more important.
Finishing with her eyes, she went to her closet and pulled out the clothes she wanted, scratching her back before getting changed. Her back had been really itchy lately, becoming red and irritated after a few seconds of scratching. She and her mother chalked it up to winter itch, considering the layered clothing she had been wearing due to the temperature. It was an unusually cold winter where they lived, and it was taking a toll on her tan, skin, and hair. Not to mention she hated cold weather. Giving her back one more good scratch, she took the hooded sweatshirt off the hanger and slipped it on over her head, pulling her long red hair out of material and letting it hang down.
Bringing herself back to her mirror, she fluffed her hair out and tied it into a long ponytail, letting it trail down her back. She finished applying her makeup, using blush, mascara, lipstick and various shades of eyeliner and eye shadow. She didn’t over do it, lest her father call her a hooker or a prostitute, and headed down stairs.
Her thick snow boots thudded as he stepped down the wooden stair case, holding on to the banister as she made her way down. Yawning widely, she walked through the family room and past her father’s den before reaching the kitchen. Both of her parents had taken off for work already, so today, like every other day, she sat in silence and had a bowl of cereal. She glanced at the fashion section of the morning newspaper while she ate. Finished, and dissatisfied with the newspaper, she drained the milk from the bowl and placed the bowl in the dishwasher, still full with the dishes and utensils from the night before, meaning her mother didn’t get around to running the machine.
Noticing the time, she picked her bag up from by the foot of the stairs and tried to scratch her back through the sweatshirt, before getting her coat, gloves, and earmuffs. She walked out of the house with her coat half on, locked the front door, and ran to the sidewalk of her property just as the bus rolled up to her house and stopped, the door sliding open. She smiled and waved to the driver as she climbed up the stairs, looking into an empty bus. She just happened to be the first stop on this route.
Walking down the aisle, she found her favorite seat in the middle of the bus and took her phone out, checking her texts and updating her facebook status. It took a few minutes, but her friends slowly started to board the bus as their stops came up in the route. Her back was still bothering her, but she tried not to make it seem so.
Once they reached high school and she made some changes, she became popular and very well liked. It also helped that she was a cheerleader, starting point guard for the girls team, and a state entry track runner. On top of it, was the academics. Even though she cared not for learning, she always did well in her classes because they were so easy.
Sitting against the window, she took a pen out and lightly tried to rub the spots on her back. It felt like her skin was kinda splitting, but not in a painful way. It felt strange and awkward, and she had no idea how to react to it. She could feel the muscles under her back tighten and stretch. Now she was starting to get worried, because she had a game that night. She could have worn her jersey, but she was too classy for that, and just wished the bus would arrive at school already.
The bus finally pulled into the drop zone and all the students went to get up. She grabbed her bag and was about to get off when she heard her name.
“Hey Gabbie, wait up!” a voice rang out over the clamor. Gabbie sighed, and stood right outside the bus when she got off, waiting for the caller. She finally figured out who called her. Steven Kalzin, one of the jocks of the school. This guy in particular had been hitting on her for weeks, clearly not seeing that she wasn’t interested. When she saw who it was that called her, she started walking away, her back really starting to bother her.
“Gabbie! Hold on. What’s the rush? Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out after the game tonight. Considering you gals will destroy them, it will be a victory outing,” he said smiling.
“Listen Steve, I don’t know. Anyway, I’m feeling funny, and need the bathroom. So, goodbye,” she said, rushing off. She hurried her way to the locker room, where she would have bigger mirrors and more room to move. She took her sweatshirt and undershirt off, standing there in her bra and turned to the side to look in the mirror, and gasped in horror. Her entire back looked scaly and dry, like the skin of the crocodiles at the zoo in town. She looked with horror and tapped the scales with her fingernail, feeling the hardness of them. What was happening to her….