"This is it," I thought. I took a breath and stepped through the doors of the place I would be spending the next 4 years of my life at. It wasnt as bad as I had heard. In front of me was a large hallway with little hallways off to the side leading students, and teachers and, other things that managed to walk through the doors that I had just walked through, to different parts of the giant building people called, "Light Diamond High School."
Just by the short walk to the main office, I could see all of the different groups of people that made up the entire student body. There were the jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the semi-normal people, the emo/scene people, and, of course, the all time famous populars. On my way to the office, one of the populars was staring at me and talking to her little clique. I looked down at my black and white striped tank top with my favorite black leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans, black boots, and my lucky charm bracelet. My blonde hair with light brown highlights was a little frizzy, but still straight, and had a black winter hat so that my hair didnt look like my brothers hair right after he woke up from a 14 hour snooze. Considering that I wasnt filthy fucking rich... I didnt think that I looked that bad.
In the office I received my class schedule, my locker number, my locker combination, and my advisor's name. I thought that the name "Anne Walker" was funny for some reason. I mean if you put the initials together it says "AW" and who wants a last name called WALKer. Its like you walk out from prison everyday. "Hello, Ms. Walker." I mean, who wants to be called that?
I started unloading my books into the tall, rectangular, metal thing that I called my locker as soon as I got there. As I was putting all of the binders, books, and what-not in my locker, I noticed that the same Popular was talking to her friends and looking and pointing at me. I had dealt with this before over in L.A and I was NOT going to go through the same thing I did there. I had gotten oddly stronger in the past few months and decided that I should use it to my advantage. I stood up and walked over to the girl who was clearly talking about me.
"Hello." I said with a "friendly" smile that I forced my lips to create.
"Um, what do you want, emo girl?" she said in a snobish way.
"Hm... emo girl. Thats a new one. Never heard of that one before." I said very sarcastically. I dont think she caught onto the sarcasm because she went on and said, "Well thats what happens when someone like you tries to outtalk me." She seemed very serious about what she had just said. I dont think that she realizes that we had just had a 5 sentence talk.
"Well then. Im sorry for bothering you I was just wondering why the hell you were talking about me." I told her. She looked shocked that I knew that. At this point there was a small group of maybe 7 or 8 people, more or less, gathered around us. My guess is that no one had dared stood up to this bitch for a while. Walking up to her was strike one, talking to her was strike two, and continuing to talk to her was strike three. I was out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall boy with olive skin, black hair, a black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of converse which were (surprise! surprise!) black. "And she thought I was emo?" I thought to myself
The tall kid walked up to us and I thought he was going to say the usual "lets not fight. we're people" BBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZ. I was dead wrong. At first he just stared at me with big eyes and looked up and down, as though to be examining me or something. Then I think he caught himself and he turned away with the slightest shade of pink on his cheeks.
"So, whats going on?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, Fang! This emo girl was totally trying to mess me up and try and bother me. But I just waited until you came so we can gang up on her and be sorry that she even came here." she said. "So his name's Fang... interesting" I raised an eyebrow. Not at the fact that his name was Fang, but that she thought that she and him could beat me up. Fang might have a chance to beat me up. But her? I mean come on. If you were new, you knew you could beat up somewhere around half of the people in the hell we all call "school" and a girl with wavy blonde hair, pink earrings, pink tank top, white mini-mini-skirt (yes, I did mean to put 2 mini's), pink wedges, and even pink freaking fingernails... would you we scared? I didnt think so.
"Listen here, bitch. I dont need you to go all Barbie on me just because you're scared that you might actually have some fucking competition in this hell. If you know what's good for you and you dont want your parents to find their kid lying on the street with her teeth knocked out, blood oozing out of cuts, and bruises covering every part of her body... I would stay away from me and quit bothering, looking, or even thinking about me. Got it?"
Barbie stood there with her mouth wide open, Fang looked stunned, and everyone else was wide eyed. "Glad we have an understanding." I told her cheerfully. I gave her a bitter-sweet smile and walked to my locker, closed it shut, and went to homeroom. This was going to be a LONG first day.
