The doors of Casper High opened and slammed into the walls with a loud bang of colliding metal and bricks. Everyone in the hallway looked up in surprise, their faces held mild interest. All of them, except three particularly exhausted students.
"Morning, Tucker." Muttered the dark-haired boy as he opened his locker. The dark-skinned boy didn't even glance in his direction.
"I saw you half an hour ago, Danny. Five minutes of sleep doesn't qualify this as 'morning'. If my grades slip, I'm blaming you and your ghost-hunting issues." He yawned loudly. And then turned to his PDA, muttering underneath this breath. Something that sounded suspiciously like 'meat'.
Sam on the other hand was banging her head against the wall. Trying to keep herself awake. If any of the three had looked over at the door they would have seen a very odd sight. Sadly, they all had their own reasons for ignoring the slam. Danny was convinced that nothing dangerous could get near him without triggering his ghost sense; Sam assumed it was 'popular' kid shenanigans, and Tucker simply didn't care. All others were shocked into silence and no one spoke until all three were far down the hallway.
"What are you wearing?" Paulina snorted. If those even are called clothes...she scoffed in her thoughts. One glance at the three girls standing in the open doorway was enough for her to hold her nose.
There were three girls, standing bravely in front of the teenagers that loitered the corridors. The girl that flanked the right was average-sized but covered entirely in black and white, with occasional colors of green, red, purple or blue. Her face was round, framed by her pretty shoulder-length jet black hair. She had a fringe, which was covered with a few white streaks.
She looked determined, a fierce fire roared in her chocolate-brown eyes. The girl wore black boot-cut jeans, a pair of dark converse and a white and black hoodie. Her hands were at her hips, her jaw slightly high, she looked like she was silently daring anyone to insult her. The teen intimidated the few nerdy teenagers that were standing the closet to her.
The girl standing in the middle of the group looked like she had flung the doors open. It looked impossible, since the girl was far too petite to have that much force. She had brown hair that looked as if it hadn't seen a brush in years. It was curly, yes, but the curls tangled into each other and frizzed slightly in a horrific fashion. Her brown eyes glinted mischievously, and if her clothes were anything to go by, she had reason to be mischievous.
Her jeans were the deepest blue that Paulina had ever seen, and draped over the top was a metallic blue belt cinched tight with a clasp like a blue sapphire crown; parted over the crown, like a pair of curtains, was a blue-teal shirt that fit tightly until it reached her waist. It split over her belly button and parted over her belt. The section where it wasn't loose was peppered with lacy holes. But a teal undershirt ensured that the outfit was still school appropriate.
The shirt's sleeves reached halfway to her elbows before it doubled back and travelled back halfway up to her shoulders. She wore a semi-transparent jacket that seemed to be similar to the teal tank top, only printed over with a scaly dark blue. It was frilly, but not in a girlish way. The outfit itself was stunning, but so out of fashion that Paulina almost held her nose in disgust, as if she had smelt something horrible.
There was something weird about the girl on the left. Everything about this girl was white:
White combat boots.
White shorts that came mid tight with white leggings under them and disappeared into her boots.
A white tank top with a white warm-up jacket over it. The zipper of the jacket was zipped up to about where her belly button should be.
Her sleeves were pushed up just past her elbows, leaving clear view of the two silver cuffs on each of her wrists.
She had one arm in a strap on her backpack. On the front in silver was ASH stitched on it.
A white bow was holding her died brown hair with white? roots showing into a pony tail. There were a few strands left hanging in her face.
Her skin was so pale that it was hard to look at. It was almost as if SHE was glowing.
Paulina repeated her question.
"What are you wearing?"
"Clothes." The unnamed student smiled broadly at her, and some instinctual bit of Paulina told her to run.
She did, and every A-lister and geek followed. Within moments the hallway was empty. The grinning girl turned to her companions, who in turn with smirking alongside her.
"I think they like us."