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I apologize in advance for any typos sweatdrop
The building finally came into view, the dark, faded brick and chain- link fence around the perimeter making it look more like a correctional facility than a high school. Most of the students stood in clusters around the flagpole, chatting and laughing. The biggest circles consisted of jocks or other popular kids. I sighed deeply as the bus came to a halt. I never thought much of cheerleaders, and most people think I'm crazy when I say I would never date a football player.
I don't mix with popular. Never have, never will. I'm petty much doomed to remain a social outcast for the remainder of my school life- not that I mind. I'm perfectly content hanging out with my other outcast buddies. I scanned the area from the bus, looking for them.
Everyone filed off the bus noisily, and I managed to squeeze my way through the narow door without being suffocated. I walked toward the front doors of the school, and found my friends standing in the far corner of the courtyard. I hurried over and joined the circle, enjoying the warmth of their bodies sheilding me from the icy wind. I hugged my jacket closer and tuned into what they were talking about.
Quinn, the crazy, reckless goofball noticed me first. His face lifted as he addressed me. "Hey Chris."
I stared at him curiously. His purple hair was spiked in every direction. Yes, I said purple. "You dyed your hair again," I commented. He looked pleased. "Yep. What do you think?"
"Um, it definately fits you, but I thought you decided to keep it red."
"I changed my mind," he stated simply. Typical Quinn. I smirked and turned to everyone else. My other aquaintances, Ava and Laurel, seemed to be in deep conversation. "So, what are we talking about?" I asked.
Ava looked at me. "I was just explaining the chemistry homework to Laurel. Did you do it?" she asked. I thought back to last night, remembering suddenly that I had completely blown off the science homework. "Uh... I kinda forgot again," I said quietly. Laurel moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I'll give you the answers after I get them from Miss Einstein."
I smiled greatfully. Chemistry was so pointless to me. I mean, who cares how many valence electrons are in potassium? I'll never need to know that, so what was the point? My only insentive to do the work was to avoid more of Mr. Patterson's lectures on responsibility and effort.
Ava continued to ramble on about ionic bonds, Laurel nodding occationally. I knew she wasn't registering a thing, but that was Laurel. Like me, she was a horrible procrastinator and rarely spent five minutes on homework. The only reason she was passing her classes was because she would do anything to get the answers from someone else, even if it meant listening to Ava's nonstop babbling.
Ava, on the other hand, was a stark contrast. She was unbelievably smart nd sophisticated, the kind of person that takes in more information whenever given the chance. In short, she was the only sensible one in the group. She looked the part of a brainiac, too. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and she wore a simple blue sweater and matching knee-length skirt. She was always carrying at least three books in the crook of her arm, and her thin- rimmed glasses topped it all off. She would have been strikingly beautiful if she had a more modern wardrobe and didn't wear her hair the same way every day, but I kept my mouth shut about it.
I was shaken from my thoughts at the sound of the school bell. Everyone started filing in through the too-narrow doors. If you weren't bored to death in class, you were likely to be crushed trying to get in the building. As we approached the entryway, I linked arms with Quinn and Laurel to keep from being lost in the sea of students. We managed to squeeze past and came out in the wide hallway. I bid my friends a temporary goodbye, then headed upstairs to my locker. I was already getting depressed. The tan tiled floor and dull white walls seemed tight and confining. I twisted the combination on the lock, opened my locker, and grabbed a text book. I sighed, readying myself for another day of torture, then slammed the door shut and trudged off to first period geometry.
 Doll With A Knife · Wed Apr 11, 2007 @ 01:36am · 0 Comments |
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