Today's going to be a different day,
she can feel it.
It's early in the morning and she's already on the public transit.
She has to take 2 buses to get to school in the morning.
It's raining today,
so she sits in the back of the bus,
wearing her school uniform but you'd never know it.
Her khaki uniform pants are baggy,
way too big.
You can't even see her white polo shirt,
for it's underneath her XL black sweatshirt.
Her hood is up,
covering most of her face,
engulfing her.
Heavy metal is blasting from her headphones.
Her brown hands clutch her bag close to her,
her fingers intwined together.
She stares at her red and black painted nails,
thinking.
She feels so overwhelmed by everything,
too much to do and be.
She maintains the stern look on her face.
No one's allowed to read her emotions.
There aren't many people on the bus,
and she analyzes each one.
He was raped as a child,
she's a perfectionist,
she's being beaten by someone close to her.
Boyfriend perhaps?
She then spaces out and begins to daydream about pointless nothings.

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She arrives at school,
always earlier than everyone else. The rain is still pouring outside,
but she decides she'll go out in it later.
Up to her locker,
put her stuff away,
back downstairs.
Usually her friend is there to mee her in the gym by now,
but she feels like being alone.
She goes to a hallway where hardly anyone goes anymore.
Last year,
since so many people had their lockers their,
all her friends and her would always hang out in that place.
It became knwon as the "goth hallway" by others,
although none of them were goths.
Now no one occupied a locker there,
and the hallway was always deserted.
She chose the same doorway and corner as always,
and just curled up into a ball and cried softly.
Her heavy metal still blasted in her ears,
but it seemed to help.
She had to cry now,
her friends would arrive all too soon.

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During class,
when she's supposed to be learning about how World War Two started,
she's thinking instead.
Remembering what she had once forced herself to forget,
thinking about the present,
dreading the future,
how it seems so impossible.
The class is supposed to be copying down a note from the overhead,
but she can barely read the damn thing anyway and continues to space in and out.
She looks at the clock,
only 10 more minutes until lunch time.
She spins around to see if it's still raining outside.
It's still pouring and a smile creeps onto her face.
Perfect.
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She's standing outside in the rain,
alone,
letting the drops pound onto her face.
Something's different,
something's going to happen.
She doesn't know what,
but there's a feeling inside of her.
screaming at her to prepare.
Suddenly a shot of pain surges through her back and shoulder blades,
making her gasp in surprise.
The pain is continuous,
growing stronger and stronger.
Her jaw remains dropped,
little sounds coming out of her mouth,
eyes widened in pain and fear.
The pain continues to grow.
She realizes something is under her skin and is trying to come out.
She falls to her knees,
crouched over,
her hands on the ground supporting her,
as she feels like there's a fire under her skin in her back,
one that can't be quenched.
Finally,
that something bursts quickly yet feircly from her skin,
as she arches her back and screams.
The pain is close to unbearable.
Her back throbs,
as she slowly sits up,
hissing from pain now and again.
She can feel the blood trickling down her skin.
She can see the pool of blood forming around her.
She moves her arms slowly,
wincing in pain,
to touch her back.
Instead,
she feels something fluffy,
soft.
Confused,
she tries to ignore the pain as she moves her hands around to explore more of this fluffy thing on her back.
Then it hits her.
They're wings.
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The rain had stopped by this time,
as she sat there on her knees,
dumbfounded.
She had wings!
What did this mean?
She could fly!
She could be majestic,
go wherever she wanted to go.
A large grin graced her face,
her eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness.
The sun came out,
but seemed to only shine on her.
A weird feeling came over her,
as she closed her eyes,
held her head up as if looking to the sky,
she was in a trance.
She was lifted from the ground by some invisible force,
slowly rising into the sky.
White wings,
she somehow knew she had white wings.
Her hair was removed from the ponytail it was in by this invisible force,
and fell to her shoulders,
somehow straight and shiny.
Her clothes were removed and replaced with a white,
sleek,
shimmering gown that sparkled in the sun.
The straps were small,
the gown revealing half of her back and dipped into her chest.
The gown was long enough to reach her ankles,
as it hugged her figure yet billowed magnificently.
Her dark makeup was gone,
and her face was left natural.
All imperfections of her body seemed to disappear.
She was left barefoot,
she'd never need shoes again.
She felt a presence there,
a presence surrounding her,
wrapped around her.
She felt safe.
When she opened her eyes,
she was still hovering in the air,
and a crowd had gathered beneath her.
She smiled upon them,
not feeling burdened by worry or stress anymore.
She felt free.
The sun shone even brighter as she shot into the sky.
She flew to the ones she loved,
only watching from a distance.
No one could accept her now.
Darkness came,
as she sat upon a tall cathedral,
watching the last parts of the sun fade into nothing.
The wind was blowing to the east,
a fire in her eyes.
She has a mission now.
She is no longer forlorn or lost.
She is now free.
She is transformed.