Roots Showing (Chapter 3)

            There aren't many trees that are nap worthy at Monster High but I did find one that impressed me enough to curl up into it. I've always liked climbing trees, ever since I was little. Whenever I was sad I would climb up high into a tree where no one could see me and cry. It was nice, like the branches were giving me hug; but now, I don't believe in crying. The tree I'm occupying now isn't a giant in terms of a forest but it at least towers over the rest of the one's on campus. I felt snug between the branches and the leaves. The leaves were still a lovely grayish-green They protected me from the sun and the loud noises far off and away. 

            Shit. I fell asleep. The chatter of monsters below was now apparent and ungodly loud. It's funny. I find the city noises comforting but when I come to school the chatter is ear aching. Maybe it's because of all the ghouls here. I stretch and yawn, supposing it would be best if I check the time. Reaching into my backpack, I pull out my yellow flip phone. I've never been too impressed with Icoffins and this works better for my school life. I mean the Icoffin works well enough for Nikita but for Kit it's just a little much. Well look at the time. School starts in ten minutes. I also notice some furious, swear ridden texts from Anya screaming through the phone what the hell leaving at that god forsaken hour. Oh Anya. You make me smile.

            "Hey twig get down from there." My brother called from below waiting with his backpack slung around one shoulder. How'd he know I was here. Was I snoring? No. No. I wasn't snoring I never snore. Or do I? I quickly put on my back and stand up only to jump down with and omnipotent thud. It would have been a perfect landing if I hadn't slipped and fallen on my ass. "Smooth," he whistled before smiling a bit. "Oh shut up." He helped my up and we started on our way to our respected classes. "So our you enjoying school?" He laughed a bit. "It's only the second day of school how am I suppose to tell you. I mean it's better then military school if that's what you're asking. But come on let's be real. Everything better then military school."

"Sure I guess."

            "Not that you ever had to deal with it. You were off being a model. It's weird seeing you in those kind of clothes though. So I'm glad I get to see you as the Twig I know." He then flashed a seductive smile at some ghoul through the hallway. She blushed and turned away and I slapped my forehead in some attempt to show my displeasure. "Does your sex drive ever slow down?"

"Nope!"

"How do ghouls even blush at your adittude let alone tolerate it?"

            He let out another laugh and put his arm around me in an almost mentoring manner and said,"You see kid, unlike you, I have this lovely little talent of charm and charisma. That and I also have a killer smile." I roll my eyes. "You scoff but if you were to not have that resting bitch face of yours you might get some attention. Hell I know you would. We're twins for god sake. If I look this gorgeous then you must be too." 

"I think your being too egotistical."

"Over-self confidence is a good thing my sweet sibling. Try it some time. It's almost better then sex." Removing his arm from me as if it was a soiled rag I almost gag in saying," You really disgust me sometimes."

"Kit. Come on. I haven't even told you in depth yet."

"Okay I'm going to class," I said starting to part ways. He flashed his signature smile," Have fun in Dead History."

"I hate you."

"Love you too!" 
               

And with that, I went on my way. 

            After waiting all day for this class I finally got to go to mad science. Mr. Hackington looked as happy as the hatter and was rubbing his hands together in a malicious, sadistic manner. My, what could the, literally insane, teacher have planed for us ignorant student bodies today? Hopefully not dissection. Not a fan. 

"Ahem," clearing his throat. The whole class fell into a reluctant hush as the teacher eyed us, judgmentally. "Today we are going to assess your lab skills with partners. That being with ones I have selected for you." The hush was immediately broken with the murmurs of many.

"Man."

"Hope I get someone smart."

"Can we switch partners?"

"Ahhhhhhheahhhh!" That was zombie. 

"I really hope I don't get someone dumb."

Oh no. I've never been good socially so this might be a challenge. I mean I can be professional when I'm Nikita, the cold no nonsense model from Russia that's all business and money. A ghoul who's silent, fierce, and can easily get what she wants. I mean when you're a Russian model few people give the smack down on you. But when you're just a nerdy, awkward, socially incapable ghoul with daddy issues, the world is no longer my oyster. He began reading of a list of names. There were some Yes's and some no's but everyone called still got up to sit with their partners. "Kit Taras with SooZee 0330." Wait wasn't that the loud android girl from-

"HIIIIIIIII!"

Oh god no. 

"My name is SooZee. I think we have homeroom together too!"

Yup same girl. 

"Aren't you going to say something?"

What the hell do I say? Think Kit what do normal people say. Damn she's also a girl. Well sort of a girl. I'm horrified of girls. The way they judge your body and talk behind your back. Ugh why do I have to be a girl. Dear god we must be so scary. I would say guys have it easy but they have to try and flirt with us. That's like poking a bear with a stick. How do I deal with this. I know! I kick her out the window then run out the door while people go see if she's okay. Wait no that won't work besides we're on the second floor that might kill her. Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I say? Something cool and not gender specific. Um Um. 

"Sup."

            You idiot that's not cool at all. One worded sentences really? Now it looks like I have the vocabulary of a middle school cool kid. Ah yes the silent, mysterious type they all strived to be. That's just brilliant!

"Um I'm Kit."

            Yes dramatic pauses in a four worded sentence is the epitome of someone with the the vocal skills of a four year old. She smiled. I turned away from her in attempt to listen to the teacher but I got distracted, by looking from the corner of eye, at the sight of this girl's clothing. She looked like a rainbow threw up on her, yet fashionably? I can't believe I'm in fashion and I still don't understand it. 

            "Soooo my detectors told me you're from Russia, is that true?" She questioned, then paused, then slapped her forehead. "No wait you don't have to answer that I didn't mean to use it. My detectors could hear traces of your accent. Amongst other things. You see I'm trying to act more organic to get better intel on emotions and what being a organic life form is like. I actually don't  even go to school to learn what everyone else is learning I'm here for the atmosphere. Trust me it's a lot better then being plugged into a giant computer and being forced fed information and all sorts of stuff. Wait that sounded sorta of rapey. It's not like that by the way. I mean the whole information thing is but not the all sorts of stuff. I mean that could mean anything. Like genitalia or something! Oh that wasn't appropriate for this conversation either, was it? I mean if this were sex ed then maybe. But that class is for Fresh-meats anyways. So I guess that was completely irrelevant. Anyways, sorry about that." She said all of this in a blur of words. 

            I just stare at her in slight amazement. Stop staring, staring is rude. 

"No it's cool. Yeah I'm from Russia."

            Her eyes went wide and she seems to be getting really excited. "That's so cool! I've always wanted to go there. I'm from South Korea. That's close to you! Well Sorta. Anyways, I'm not really from South Korea, well I guess I am. I mean my creator is from there and so was the girl who's DNA I was created with. And I was made there-"

"Uh that's cool too."

"Thanks!"

            We both share a mutual silence until she decides to break it after the teacher stopped giving instructions and tells us to start. "So you're a hybrid too!" I almost dropped the beaker I was holding then continued filling it up with the green ooze provided. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. It's not like its anything to be ashamed of. I mean there are plenty of hybrids her-" 

"How'd you know."

            "Um...," she rubbed her hands awkwardly and looked away from me as she spoke. "I could detect two different gene pools in your genetic makeup. Though they're pretty similar. I'm guessing one of your parents is a sort of subspecies. Gah what am I saying. I didn't mean too creep on your ancestry but it's just really hard to ignore information updates my server shows me. You see I have two different eyes," she gestured to her eyes. Both were quite incredible. One was rimed with dark blue then cascaded from purple to pink to a strip of white then light blue to pupil. Her other eye what the complete opposite in the fact it was only a rim of black then a mixture of silver and white. "The colorful one simply functions like a normal eye but hones in on emotional cues while the silver eye is the eye that make me more of an android. It collects data and stores it then runs tests and informs me about things... Like you being a hybrid."

"Oh." I take a silent, deep breath. I'm not all that fond of people digging in my personal life. Especially when it's going behind my back sort of way. "Well maybe you should do something about that eye of your's if your goal is to be more organic."

            She stopped for a minute and had a peculiar look on her face. "I've never thought about that. That's a great idea! I mean I can't deactivate it but I could do something that would permit information from being gathered. I think I know how I'm going to do it too!" 

"Good for you?"

She jumped up in down causing a scene. "I'm so excited! Maybe a little too excited. Tell me, am I too excited?"

"A little bit."

"Darn it!"

            I winced," You're shouting." She calmed herself and sat down,"oh sorry about that." We continued on the assignment and then she opened her mouth again," So do you have any friends at monster high?" I shook my head," no, not really." She looked a little sad," Oh. I'm sorry." I continued with my work without looking at her," don't be, its not your fault." She started to fidget then," I kinda can relate. I mean I have a lot of friends but I don't have a 'best friend'."

"Uh huh."

                Suddenly she got up from her chair and slammed her hands down," I know! Let's be friends!" I just look at her,"what?" 

"It makes perfect sense. You need a friend-"

"I don't need frie-"

"I need a best friend-"

"Hold on a minut-"

"You clearly like video games-"

"Wait how did you kno-"

"Please I'm the mechanical version of a Sherlock Holmes, those callouses on your hands? Child's play."

"I thought you said you were trying to be more organ-"

"Please be my friend!" 

            She looked at me with big, strange, and loving eyes. "I don't kno-," I sigh," Okay." Wait, what did I just say? Her eyes widen," you mean it?" I nod almost as if I've been possessed and forced against my will. No, I don't want to! I don't want friends, that's not apart of the plan!. "Yay," she almost sing as she she leaps onto me to give me a bear hug. I'm not kidding. Hugging bears is something I actually do and they have nothing on her. "I'm so excit-" She paused then looked at me then looked at my chest. All of the sudden, she touches my flattened breasts and almost screams," you're a-." I cover her mouth. "Guy with secretly very defined pecks, why yes I am." I whisper," don't say anything."
She nodded. "I'm going to let go of you now." She nodded. "Okay." I released her. 

"I have so many things to ask you!"

I have made a terrible, terrible mistake.