ACONITE ACADEMY (girlxgirlxgirl)

Chapter A; Green Central

"Aconite; a flower that means "hatred" or "be cautious"
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"I have a story to tell, but you have to promise me that you'll keep it a secret"

Luscious, green trees pass by the train window. My eyes barely have time to register them. The world outside is blurry and as cliché as it sounds, it's raining. The dark gray raindrops drum against the train window. Naturally I can't hear them. It's like all this new technology is blocking out everything that makes our world worth living. I don't like it, but you won't catch me complaining. What right do I have to complain?

Eighteen years old, my flesh and blood already old enough for anything. With my hands shakily clawing at the uncomfortable green skirt and dull gray eyes pointlessly staring out the train window. Even though my dark brown hair comes in the way sometimes, they didn't allow me to cut it. It still hangs slightly over my shoulders, the color always new. Even I don't remember what my real hair color looks like, and I honestly don't have an interest in finding out. The fern green cape that came with the mail is draped over my body, hiding the white t-shirt and bright purple logo.

"Aconite Academy" it says. It makes me both laugh and cry as I think about it. Aconite Academy, the biggest school for girls in the world. I recite the advertisement brochure, remembering it from the way it's imprinted in my brain. "Join over 24 thousand students! Make your little girl shine like she never has before!". It makes me shudder just thinking about it. I don't want to think about it. The only comfort I have is the heavy object laying safely under my skirt, tied to my thigh. It lays there, completely still and cold towards my skin. At least I still have it with me, even though I've lost everything else.

Sometimes I find it to be my only comfort because of how I look. Short, naturally weak and no strength no matter how much I train. I hate it because people love to assume things about me. They see me as a cute, innocent little girl who's just a little shy. Yeah, that's why she walks around with cold eyes and dried blood underneath her fingernails. Nobody stops even for a moment to think, that I could be someone else. That I spend my days on the streets, with the only people I really know. What would they think, if they realized that alcohol, blood, guns and knives are such a natural part of my life? What would they think if they saw me restlessly sleep in the big king sized bed in my room, surrounded by endless halls of rich wood and marble?

Not even I know what my life is all about. I just go with what I want. Sadly, this is not what I want. I shift my gray eyes from the window to the others sitting in the train. It speeds through heavy forests, high above on metal stands and magnetic rails. Everyone else on the train seems completely comfortable. Different mops of hair in all kinds of colors, from natural to clearly faked and colored. They sit there with their red sports jackets or blue long coats. Some of them wear the same thing as I do. It's a school uniform, and Aconite Academy has three. That's all I know so far.

The green uniform is for the art department. Apparently it's everything from music to literature, combined with dance, theatre and art itself. The train is not full because it's not the start of the year. I'm an exchange student, transferring from the comforts of skippable home school to the worlds largest prison. All girl boarding school, the biggest one in the world. Some say it's as big as a whole city, hidden behind huge walls in a white color. Others say nothing. Only those who have been there can talk about it, there are no pictures. But I'm not dumb. Considering the expensive train, it must be big and modern. Just like everything else for the elites. If my friends saw me now, they'd never talk to me again.