Words like that bounced around like basketballs in Jake’s mind. WHY was he here, HOW did he get out, and WHAT the heck was going on with his HAIR?
It was a vivid green, odious and putrid, right from the roots, as if overnight he had suddenly sprouted fungus from his scalp.
He grabbed it frantically in front of his reflection, as the roof dripped sickly, forming a puddle on the floor. His own handsome face stared back at him, panic-stricken.
“I’ll be leaving. If you fail classes… well, I shall rejoice in the sounds of your screams” he taunted, his sonorous voice cold. He swept out of the dorm, cape billowing behind him.
Jake shuddered. He had never been more afraid of someone in his life. Desperate, he turned back to his reflection, showing him disgusting green hair.
Struet giggled. “Not so pretty anymore, eh, Pretty-boy?” he sniggered.
In an instant, Jake had him pinned up against a wall, a hand on his throat ,eyes alight with rage, his strength unexpected and striking.
“YOU did this, didn’t you!” he hissed, muscles flexing. “DIDN’T YOU!”
Struet choked, no longer laughing. “Yes – Efrain – Said you ought to be punished – thought I’d do it -”
Jake pushed his hand further into his neck.
“Reverse it! NOW!”
Struet shook his head. “Powder – wash it – comes out fast -”
Jake released him. In that moment, he seemed to tower over Struet, his face fierce. He turned suddenly and dunked his hair in the deep puddle on the floor.
UGLIFICATION was his first lesson.
His brow creased. Why would anyone want to be UGLIER. Besides, he didn’t think these kids could be much uglier. I mean, there was a kid with ONE EYE. One with blue skin! How can you possibly make these vile misfits any uglier? Ironically, HE was the misfit, the dove flying with seagulls.
He ran his hand through his tousled brown hair (which, thank gosh, had gotten rid of that nasty vomit – green colour in his hair) and tried to make sense of this. First he tried to figure out what he DID know (which wasn’t much). He had so many questions.
Well, he knew this:
He didn’t belong in The School for Evil.
He DID belong in the other tower, the School for Good
Which meant he was a prince
Which meant he had a princess
That was waiting for him to sweep her of her feet.
So from this he could form so good questions.
Why was he in The School for Evil?
Why WASN’T he in The School for Good?
Who was his princess?
And, even if he DIDN’T belong in either of these towers, how did he get out?
He just wanted to go home.
Really good writing, I’m interested to see what happens with Jake and where he truly belongs
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