So heres this new story I was working on whilst I am trying not to pass out, cause I feel entirely sick. Ugh just too much to do… But ENJOY!

I sighed walking through the school building on Monday. It was still nearly dark outside as I did so, I was much too tired to be awake and at school in the least. My stupid annoying sister had kept me up all night with her boy drama. That and I had to study for a test in the stupid class of science. I attempted to fix my hair as I walked through the building. It made me sick being here of the most part. This school was filled entirely with dumb-asses, stupid girls, stupid boys, and stupid teachers who teach nothing but shit…

Some people say I am a pessimist, but i like to look at myself as more of a realist.

Chiara Vargas at your service, not really…

I take a deep breath and in my mother tongue mutter my discomfort. I hate this place, the obnoxious lights hurt my frail, greenish-hazel eyes, the noise of the people talking and muttering about things that shouldn't matter in the slightest, is unbearable. It is too loud, too dark, and too irritating for me. I sigh and walk down the halls with the most confidant, clumsy walk. I cannot stand to wear heels, I would topple over in two seconds flat.

I sigh and run a hand through the straightened hair, If i let it loose without straightening it, there would be brownish locks all about. That would be simply disastrous. I sigh and continue to walk, trying to remember where my locker is. I don't use it much but for some stupid reason i left my purse in it on friday. Nonno got all upset, thinking someone would steal it.

But honestly anyone who would put a hand on my locker, would probably lose it. I sighed walking down the hall, What number was it?

121

122

123

126

I stop suddenly taking a moment to evaluate the few lockers standing infront of me. Squinting my eyes and looking for the one that stands out I exhale, It takes but a moment for me to walk up to one, now I am probably wrong of course. I always am wrong, but it was worth a try, I mean I lost the piece of paper we had received at the beginning of the year. It was mid-way into the year by now. I growled and then tried to input my code into the locker but it ended up being wrong. I growled and slammed my delicate fist into the locker, almost immediately cringing back in pain.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Che cazzo! Cazzo! Che cazzo!" I squealed, I looked down at my hand and then growled at the reddish tint it had seemed to have taken on. It was then that i hear something, it was the most feminine giggle I could have imagined at the moment. It made my shoulder draw back in an unexplainable vex. I was about to yell when I looked at the the person. My cheeks turned red and I immediately looked away."Bastard! Don't laugh at me!" I yelled. But she continued to giggle.

Whilst I was blushing madly like a fool, I drunk in her features. High cheekbones, somewhat like mine, but hers made her entire face light up. She had a wide smile, that was much like mine as well, but it wasn't like I smiled much. She looked at me and tried to talk through her giggles, but what I heard mixed with the giggles was a strongly accented voice. Now she wasn't American, though they have one of the most complex languages, the most complex spelling, and the most irritating voices, they are distinguishable. They look like all different kind of people though. They have the strangest styles of fashion. But back to the topic, she had an interesting voice. Her skin was tan, but not dark, her eyes were this beautiful green that simply caught my attention. Also she was tall, much taller than I. I was five-foot-four on a good day. She had to be at least five, to six inches taller than I. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had the words, Vamos España!

"Perdón! Perdóname!"

Oh.

My cheeks were still an undeniable red color, and my heart was still beating quickly. But I think that I figured out what country she hailed from. She was of Spanish descent. She looked European. Maybe from the Iberian peninsula… I couldn't really tell with the language. I don't speak Spanish or Portuguese… So I was sort of lost there. Sure Italian was similar to the two dialects, but you couldn't be sure.

"Hello? Chica? Have I broke you?" She asked waving a hand in front of my face. My blush of course only darkened as she smiled in a good nature-ish fashion. It was then I realized that I had tuned out everything she had said before that moment. Her dark chocolate colored hair was pulled up into a fluffy little pony tail on her head. I couldn't seem to speak. It was like I forgot English entirely.

It was sudden snap of embarrassment from my brain that shoved the words out of my mouth," Bastard! I'm not a child! Don't talk to me like that!" I said loudly and angrily. Maybe a little too loud because one of the bald, (fat) male teachers looked over at us.

Now any logical person would have cringed back in disgust over my statement, they would have turned away sticking their nose us at my spoiled talk, my attitude, and my vulgarity in language. I was partially fuming though, my face was of course redder than a beat and my hands had curled up into fists. My sweater now showed my bony shoulders poking through them. I took a deep breath and then got ready to turn away so this girl could judge me to her friends and what not.

But she laughed. "Aww! Tú eres muy linda!" She said smiling and reaching out to pinch my cheek, like my mother used to, and my nonno does. It surprised me so, I didn't have time to react quick enough, but soon enough I slapped her tannish hand away. My heart was beating too quickly and I surely didn't like it.

"Don't touch me! You stupid puttanna!" I squeaked. I doubt she knew what the word meant, but it was still some of the only insults I knew, I wasn't very good with many insults in this new language, but I always kept the Italian ones in my pocket, like a knife, ready to whip out and cause a mess.

She giggled again and let my cheek go. "I mean no harm! I am only here to ask why you are vandalizing my locker." She stated simply with the smallest bit of a flirty sass to her tone. She kept the smile paste into her lips. It seemed too genuine it scared me for the most part. I tried to shrug off the feeling and such but it made me so goddamn anxious."This is y-your locker?" I asked sounding a bit squeaky and still a tad bit cross.

She nodded and then walked past me going up to the locker and spinning the code around her lock before seeing it pop open, I mentally face-palmed. How could I have forgotten my own locker number, dammit, I blame Feliciana, god I couldn't possibly be more embarrassed than i am right this very moment.

"I will give you a hint. 125, is Francine's , and 127 is Jultchen's, so yours is one of the other ones." She smiled and then ruffled my already messy-ish brown locks. Then she walked away. I had never seen her before. Probably an upperclassman I didn't know. I sighed and then huffed loudly, this was surely going to be a long day.

Well this is new. I know, I know, "J you have so many other incomplete stories!" I JUST COULDN'T HELP MYSELF! WE NEED SOME NYO SHIT IN THIS PLACE OKAY?! ALRIGHT SO LETS WRAP THIS UP AND ALL OF THAT!

LOVE YOU ALL

-J