Sarah walked into the nearest girls restroom and took a hard look at herself in the mirror. Suddenly, she seemed wrong. Everything about her seemed wrong, yet this is how she was supposed to be. There was nothing out-of-place. She was always like this. Yet, there was something wrong about her.
She ran some water and splashed her face, hoping it would help snap her out of whatever was affecting her. But it didn't help. The feeling was still there.
As Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, a thought popped into her head: I need to wear black. Black is so much better than pink. Where the hell did that come from? Sure, black had its place ... but better than pink? Why would she think that?
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. But it was no use. In fact, the feelings of wrongness were beginning to become more prominent. "I need to wear black," she whispered to herself. "I'll feel better if I wear black."
"Sarah, are you okay?" Tiffany asked, walking into the restroom. She apparently followed her there.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She pulled her phone out to check the time. She still had enough time to leave the school, get some new clothes, and come right back. It would be close, but she thought she could make it, if she hurried. "I've gotta go," she said. And without another word, she quickly left the restroom, leaving a slightly confused Tiffany behind.
Nadine was having trouble thinking about anything other than those Goth freaks. She tried to focus her mind on Christian things, but her mind kept on drifting. Was this some sort of test, to see how faithful she was? If it was, she was failing miserably.
Halfway to her locker, she stopped walking and took a deep breath. And it was at that moment that one of those Goths turned a corner, forcing Nadine to look at her. The girl's name was Sabrina Johnson, she believed. She always wore a lot of black leather and fishnets. She had dyed her hair pink, but the rest of her was painted up black. Eyeliner, lipstick, nail polish ... all black. And not only that, but she also had lots of tattoos and piercings. She was apparently some sort of Punk Goth, the only one in school. Normally, this girl disgusted her, and it wasn't too hard to notice that the feeling was mutual. But the moment Sabrina turned the corner, Nadine didn't look upon her with contempt, but instead fondness. The moment it happened, she turned away in a flash. What was wrong with her? How could she be fond of that? She slowly looked back at the girl and this time the girl noticed.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" she spat at Nadine.
Normally, the use of profanity would disgust her. But for some reason, she wasn't phased by it. In fact, she actually thought that it was appropriate for the situation. She really had no right to stare at her.
"Nothing," Nadine said, then turned away.
She heard Sabrina stomp down the hall away from her, muttering to herself. "Fucking Jesus freak."
Now that did phase her. She spun around, about to shout at the girl. Then, without any control (she was very mad), she yelled out "Yeah? Well at least I'm not a fucking Goth freak like you!"
Sabrina stopped in mid-step. And Nadine also stopped, wide-eyed. Did she just say what she thought she said? Nadine had never used profanity in her life. But she had now. And it was loud enough for a lot of people to hear, including Sabrina, who turned around and looked at her with shock, but not anger. Apparently, the use of profanity trumped the insult.
Nadine was so embarrassed at her outburst that she turned around and ran away.
As Sabrina watched the prudish Baptist girl run away, she tried to think about what just happened. Did Nadine Ferguson just use the word "fuck"?
