Dark allyways are scary

I'm not angry any more, but I can still feel the after-effects of when I was. I probably don't make much sense, but I feel like eating that omelette would be painful somehow. I don't know. All I know is that don't want to eat it and that daddy will hate me if I just leave it in the fridge. So, I poured the contents of the plate into a plastic bag, tied it up, and placed it in my school bag.

Afterword, I went to the toilet, got changed into my school clothes and put the cold sandwiches that daddy had prepared for me in my bag. They looked especially gloomy today beside the omelette carcass, but that couldn't be helped.

Now that that was all done, I found myself looking in the mirror by my front door with my bag down beside my feet. I pick up the comb on its sill and began to comb my hair.

Daddy cut my hair short as long as I can remember. He said that it was because I had uncontrollable boyish hair. Though I'm not entirely sure why, after I started going to an all-girl's school, he agreed to let me grow out my hair slightly longer. In return, I promised to comb it every morning.

I pulled down a pinch of hair from my bangs and, to my delight, it had grown to almost reach the top of my eyebrow.

I never noticed the time go by, but the next thing I knew the clock read ten minutes past eight, which was a full ten minutes later than when I would usually set out for school. Despite this, I made sure to check that my bag was in order and all the lights were off and so on before I set off to school – with a faster pace than I normally would, of course.

As I walked, I would occasionally breathe on my hands to warm them up.

All of a sudden, a thought that I had often thought of before came to me again with a new passion. There was a way to get to school that was different from the one I was on now. I had seen some girls from my class use it, but I had been too afraid to try it, but today I felt particularly daring.

I turned into a walkway that began the new route. There was a good amount of canopy and high fencing which stopped a lot of the sunlight from entering, but the place was by no means dark, so there was no reason to be frightened.

I jumped at a snapping sound, but I looked around and couldn't see anything. Was it just my imagination? I looked ahead and, in the distance, I saw a light which is probably the exit. I sped up toward it.

Suddenly, a bark knocked me over. I had concentrated too much on the exit that I didn't notice the fence turn from wooden plates into bars. A dog pressed its face against the bars and his mouth was wide open revealing a set of sharp teeth. I cowered, hid my face in my hands.

"Down boy." Someone said, and this was followed by a bit of wining. I peeked through my fingers to see that the dog had gone and hurried off the floor and dusted myself off. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something climb over the fence. I jumped back, and my back hit the opposite fence. I closed my eyes tight. "What are you doing?"

Confused, I looked up to see a girl from my school that I recognized as Rachel. We just stared at each other blankly for a few moments, but then Rachel sighed. "I wish you would get off your high horse and reply to me every once in a while, or one day I might lose my cool and box you around the ear."

She picked up her bag from the floor and swung it over her shoulder and made her way toward the exit, with me following close behind her.