QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD

Wrapped in a cozy sheet like a burrito, who would want to get up and start a stupid day of meeting the cops for interrogation and checking out the weird school with mom. Well, the weird school part was the exciting one. I paid limited attention to the persistent alarm sent to ruin my beauty sleep and focused—since I was wide awake— only on the mixed smell of Lavender on my sheets and cranberry almond muffin (must be breakfast) that wafted past the deepest part of my nose and into my brain. What a temptation!. I laid still until the minutes turned into an hour, and I was sure my body no longer needed sleep. I sprung up, didn't care to spare a glance at the new mirror mom got me on Saturday, but I could still see my slender body and pigtails from my peripheral view and most particularly my eyes. My eyes. They are blue now. They change color almost every day. I was already tired of people telling me to stop wearing contact lenses. But some certain people like the old woman with braces across the street, who doesn't just see and snicker, but chases me whenever I go near any of her properties or caramel, her cat. Unlike her chivalrous husband, who would do anything to have the sixteen-year-old me on his bed. And the chapstick lesbian, Monica, who because I refused to fall in with her measures, gossips about my eyes and calls me a witch. With her crooked nose, I wonder how she got so many possés anyway. A hot bath and lotion applied, I put on jean shorts and a graphic tee printed with tons of slices of pizza, my ivory hair wrapped in a towel turban, but that couldn't be helped. It was thick and took a very long time to dry, besides I didn't want to drip anywhere. My mom and I were to leave in three hours. So that left me a lot of time to watch the second episode of 'Crown Lake' while munching my muffin and meeting detective Lawson. Well, the muffin part didn't work out. What a bad day! Max had eaten mine when I didn't show up early for breakfast. He was four, so I couldn't do anything to him. But at least I did give his Iron Man action figure a better shape and watch 'Crown Lake' with a grumbling stomach. ???? ??? ??????? ???? ????????? Detective Lawson was already waiting for me under the warm sun in Mrs. Mattie's empty land when I left the house, So we ordered hamburgers from the drive-in chain before walking to the nearest DIY shop to sit. I wanted to get a whiteboard marker anyway. “I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” I didn't see the need to apologize, but I did. If anything was going to prove my innocence it was being nice to any gullible detective I see. “No problem Ms. Chambers...” And as if just noticing my—now blue—eyes, he exclaimed. “Ah! a new lens” I ignored his comment, I desperately wanted this to end. I've had enough people commenting on everything wrong with me. So if there was anything I cared less about. It was my eyes. After sipping from his cappuccino, which I believed came with him, he took out a notepad and fountain pen from his pocket. “I believe you know who went by the name Thelma Norman from the school you just left?” He inquired and I nodded. “Yes, I do” Thelma was one of the classy chica in Ashville high. The queen bee, to be precise. Picking on the weaker student, and I was unfortunate to be one of those students. Though I wasn't vulnerable, my constant change of 'contact lenses' attracted her. I stood out with different eye-colors every day. Single. Day and it was horrible. The principal, Mr. Martins was her uncle, so she didn't see bullying students as an offense to earn her expulsion, suspension, or less, detention. Until one day she was found lifeless in the girls' changing room just a week after I was expelled for vandalizing the school properties—which was nowhere near the truth—. Well, majority thought I was the killer, but I was too young, there was no evidence, and there were five who got expelled on the same day, so I wasn't detained. Good for me, but according to the detective leading the investigation, I will be placed under observation. After the interrogation with the detective and him commenting on my new lens with an odd smile, we parted ways. I bought the whiteboard marker and a few cool things I saw before walking home. The interrogation didn't take as much of my time as I expected it to, so I still had time to change into a more social outfit and leave with mom. MOM! “Did you meet him? What did he say? Did they find the killer? You left that school already so why were you tagged as a suspect?” She didn't even let me close the door. It was annoying but sweet. Wonderful to have someone who cared more than any other person. “Well, yeah, I met with him. He asked me some questions about all my encounters with Thelma. They didn't find the killer. Yet. But he said I've been put under close surveillance so I should be careful” I replied simply and sigh in relief when the panic faltered from her face. “You don't have to worry. No more interrogation. At least for now.” She exhaled, and finally walked to the kitchen to drop the naked uncooked complete chicken she was holding. “What are we having for dinner?” I put my sure on the low white rack beside the door. “Max wants chicken soup”