Mystic Mary

The exodus i

From the bits of information I could recall, When I clocked 12 years of age was the first time I noticed my hands got colder than usual. It was at least 20 degree less than my core temperature and quite noticeable to anyone that looked closely as it gave off a cold steam appearance. At the same time strands of my hair had began to change color to red it went one strand at a time. As much as I did not mind being a red head as I found red heads so have a certain s****l appeal attached to them mother dyed my hair every month to black hiding the the new becoming nature of my hair. This was strange but just as every other thing mother did I hardly asked any questions.

The cold hands started quite suddenly, with no previous warnings and my mother’s solution was making me wear thick wool weaved hand gloves to school. That was a temporary fix I hoped till we got something more lasting to hide my turning from humans. This did not stop the slight discomfort that came with my hands being cold all the time but it did stop the numerous questions and the strange glares I got from human people when their hands accidentally brushed mine on the streets or they saw the cold steam as it emanated from my fingers condensing with any warm body it met.

The cold hands was not the only thing that would draw people’s attention as I had an excellent and attractive body. Too attractive for a 16 year old I was told as I had to develop another skill which was wading off college guys who would droll at me at parties hoping for a hookup session. I was f*****g 16 years of age but it didn’t stop majority of the guys. A few of them did back off my slender waist and perky breasts but a few were still relentless like having my body was there only purpose on earth. Regardless of the amount of clothes my mother insisted I wear to hide my body from vipers as she called college boys it didn’t help much. My high check bones and beautiful eyes and a body like I walked right out of a catalog didn’t help matters. My attitude had no bearing on how stunning I looked so everyone who knew me in high school knew how important it was to stay away from me.

Senior high was fun as mother and I did not move a lot during that period . Mother seemed calmer in this city and the shaky hands and teary eyes seemed to have eluded her once we arrived at the city. I also made friends for the first time in my life as I had realized that acting normal and not talking about all the strange occurrences going on in my life made me less of a freak. For one I stopped biting my nails and told no one about the taste to avoid looking like a mannerless insane person. Secondly, I got gloves of different colors, one to match every outfit so it was more like a fashion statement whenever I wore gloves to school. This was to ensure I was dragging less attention to myself and the fact that I was hiding something.

My life was getting pretty normal and I was enjoying every bit of it even though my mother had next to nothing to say or solutions to fixing my cold fingers. The temporary fix began looking like the only solution mother could come up with as it was able to hide my hands from everyone and cope with the chills quite well. This involved avoiding pool parties as that would definitely involve me taking off my gloves to dive into the water. I was also able to get permission to play all sports with my gloves on. Mother was able to frame my condition as contact dermatitis with numerous triggering agents and our principal bought it hook line and sinker as mother was a renowned doctor.

I made two friends, Fiona and Sarah. We had been friends since middle school and I could comfortably say I could not do this world without them. They were my ride or die buddies, we did everything together and joined the same extracurricular clubs in an attempt to spending a lot more time together . We sat together at lunch and studied together after school hours. We were able to up ourselves in the social ladder of the school as Fiona was a young model who had featured in a lot of commercials and magazines, i on the other hand was a stunning young girl with a badass attitude. And there was Sarah who got cool by association which was because she hung out with the both of us every time. We had our little social niche which was admired by all due to its exclusiveness. It was just the three of us and there was no demand for another person.

I liked my friends a lot , I believe they were quite good yet I kept a few secrets from them, not because I didn’t want them to know deep details about my life but because I did not understand it let alone explain it to another person . Dragging them into my messy life was not a smart thing to do, one thing in my life I got right.

There is a party today, Fiona’s birthday party and of course I did not need an invite as we planned it together every year just us three calling the shots. Fiona was my best friend and so was Sarah. Fiona’s parents lived in a large mansion inside the city. Her dad was a big shot lawyer and her mother a really glorified trophy housewife who you could never really know what she did as a career but she was always busy. Fiona’s both parents never had time to spend with her and to relive their guilt they sent the three of us on summer trips and threw this really amazing birthday party every year for her which everyone at school could literally die for an invite to the party.

“What was the inspiration behind this year’s party theme ?” Sarah asked as she flipped through one of the vogue magazine which Fiona had featured in, standing very close to the new Chanel child purse which they tried to sell with the new trending mothers shoe collection. Fiona’s mother kept a copy of all the magazines Fiona had ever featured in at the house for bragging rights.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what you are going to wear a few hours to the biggest birthday party of the year as you make blabbing statement like this when you don’t ” I said.

“I was just asking, why we ended up going with the hallowing theme that’s all ” Sarah asked as she wriggled her flexed knee with her feet touching her back.

“The hallowing theme won the vote, I thought you will be over it by now” Fiona said.

“You guys always win because you both think my ideas are lame and gang up on me” Sarah said as she closed the magazine she was reading to look at Fiona and I . I was helping in the final adjustments for Fiona’s Maleficent horn as she was going as the scary yet loving witch from the sleeping beauty remake Maleficent.

“You do have something to wear right?” Fiona asked with a sense of worry on her face as she was well aware that her friend Sarah could care less about how she looked. There was a time Sarah wore the same set of pants to school for a week and did not flinch even when people did notice and asked. Her care free attitude did get the best of her.

“Why do I need to stress my self when I have you” Sarah smiled weirdly.

“I could always get one from your reject pile Fiona” Sarah added as she walked into Fiona’s closet confident that she was definitely going to see one outfit which Fiona did not see fit to wear for her birthday party.

I, Mary as usual would not want to get my overly paranoid mother paranoid by wearing any outfit she could consider demonic and go as a neural character or a super heroine just as I did every Halloween. My outfit this time was different as I did not do the usual boring superhero outfit but went for something like a sexy nun and thankfully my mother did not get to see my outfit for the party and when she gets to see the pictures it would definitely be too late.

“Found it” Sarah shouted after a few minutes in Fiona’s closet.

“Wonder Woman it is” Sarah said holding up the outfit in admiration wondering why Fiona let go of the outfit for the monstrous yet sexy looking outfit with a horn which Fiona and I were spending hours just putting it on.

“You can have it, it’s obviously from my reject pile” Fiona said very sure that the words would have no effect on Sarah and it didn’t. She knew her friends so well I was the one with the excessive emotions not Sarah. Sarah could care less about words that are sad to her, but that was definitely not me. I had green up with my mother having to suppress all my emotions and not getting to express myself in fear that I might in turn hurt her own feelings.

My friends and I did know how to throw a party. Getting alcohol for the party was quite easy as we had Cash in our corner. Cash was a repeat student who deals on drugs, fake ID’s and all manner of delinquent behaviors. He was the child every parent warned their children to stay clear off. We did respect our parents and stayed clear of Cash except when we needed supplies for Fiona’s birthday party. We had cash supply alcohol and weed only to the party. Although we had the money to purchase the really cool drugs that Cash tried to sell us we decided to keep this party as normal as possible or so we thought.

“Everything is ready right?” Fiona asked with her usual anxiety that her birthday party might not top the last even though it always does.

“Everything is ready. The drinks are filled in the fridge downstairs. The raspberry punch with weed and the one without is mixed. The extra drinks and the spare cake is in the store upstairs” I said as I adjusted her horn for the last time and smiled to make her mind calm down a bit.

Two years ago on Fiona’s birthday party a drunk student unable to hold his liquor puked on her cake and no one was able to eat it. We couldn’t throw a lot of blames as what was alcohol doing in a 13 year old party. After the incident we made sure to get a spare cake just in case. Better safe than sorry.

It was 10:20pm and Fiona’s house was filled up with sweaty horny teenagers desperate to have a good time. There were different groups in the party, the ones all around the improvised ping pong table which was made from the center kitchen marble table with two teams on opposing sides getting wasted with the raspberry punch as bait.

The couples who could not get their hands off each other the moment a little liquors got into their bellies. Charles and his disciples as I use to refer to them which comprises of the hottest football players in the school and the two cheerleading captains. I particularly considered them boring, but Fiona decides to invite them even though they keep to themselves and re tell boring stories that they have all heard a billion times. I nod my head as Charles waves at me and feigned a smile. They were guests at Fiona’s party I should not be rude I said to myself and walked away to get myself another drink as a congratulatory gift for throwing another lit birthday party. I adjusted my gloves and picked up the glass filling it up with spiked up raspberry punch. It was definitely covered as you get a UTI cure and at the same time forget it happened.

My phone had rang over four times counting the present call I had just snoozed. It was my mother again trying to get me out of the party with one of the paranoid thoughts she had. It was always something with my mother. This wasn’t the first time she was trying this type of stunt but this time I wasn’t falling for it. Mother would allow me hang out with my friends and just before I leave the house she gets all shaky and scared blackmailing me emotionally to cancel my plans and watch Netflix with her instead. I placed my phone on airplane mode and decided to enjoy the ambiance and the loud music playing at the party.

I would have taken the call, I would have spoken to my mother one last time but there was no way I would have known that this was going to be my last day on earth.