It was a normal day for Felicia, waking up early to get ready for school. Not because she wanted to but because her father was there knocking at her door. The one downside to a parent as your teacher was that you never missed school and couldn't lie about already doing your homework. But it was nice too, tutoring whenever she needed it was a bonus. Though she had always been a good school she didn't really need a tutor, but it was nice to have the option. She groaned in her bed, flopping around lazily as the sheets tangled in her legs. She laid motionless for a few moments before groaning again, remembering that if she didn't get up that hellish knocking would return. She weakly pushed herself to the edge of the bed, legs hung over the edge and brushed against the carpet floor. She sleepily rubbed her eyes, her long black hair in an incredible mess atop her head from a nights rest.
She finally got the oomph to push herself to her feet and stumble towards her bathroom door. She disrobed and showered rather quickly as she knew she hadn't all morning as her father always liked to remind. She dried and combed her hair. Putting on clothes she wore a simple short sleeve black t-shirt that covered her entire torso and regular denim jeans. She looked herself over in the mirror, giving a nod of approval to no one other than herself she picked up her phone and stuffed it in a pocket. With that she was off, picking up the ten dollars her mother left her for lunch and skipped out the door and into the running car with awaiting father. She smiled. "Ready!" She chimed as she buckled her seat belt.
The drive to the school was rather quick, no drive in the town took longer than twenty minutes and that was one end to the other. She hopped out, got her morning ritual kiss on the top of her head before she went off to the library alone. As she walked she could hear the quiet whispering around her as she passed down the halls. It had been a year since she came out but it was still a topic of conversation it seemed. No one forgets about the harlot for the taste of sin. But she tried not to let it bother her.
Felicia arrived to her class a little early, finding her seat at the front; a request by her father. Everyone filed in but there seemed something peculiar happening at the front of class. She looked up from her phone, hidden in her lap and behind view thanks to her desk. A girl about Felicia's age but snow white except her bright blue eyes. She smiled. She was pretty. And different. Certainly different but definitely not in a bad way, she reasoned to herself. She had never seen anything like it. Hell, she hadn't even known that was possible. She smiled at the joke, it was nice that Diana, the forced herself to remember the name, found humor in her disorder and didn't dwell on it.
"Thank you, Diana. Have a seat next to my daughter." He stated with a gesture to the open seat next to Felicia. Felicia often had open seats next to her.
When Diana would sit down Felicia would look over to the girl with a soft, kind smile. "Hi, my name is Felicia." Her words where quiet though held a tender, sweet tone.