The schoolyard buzzed with life. With only five minutes until first bell, each student at Fraser Hill High School was having last-minute chats with friends before heading off to their first class of the day. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary; the sun was hidden behind the rain clouds, the halls stank with an undefined stench, and the narrow halls seemed more like the freeway during rush hour than a passageway.
Suddenly, a loud clang was heard and shouts echoed down the hallway. A large garbage bin flew threw the air and landed five meters away from a young boy. The members of the rush hour traffic looked for the source of the flying garbage can and their eyes fell and a 16-year-old girl. She was medium height, had short pink hair that fell over her eyes, and wore a very short jean skirt, fishnets, army boots, and a black hoodie that was two sizes too big. Her ears were pierced in nine different places, and her eyebrow rings were all brightly coloured. A thick layer of mascara muddled her grey eyes, which were now alight with anger and frustration, and dark coloured eye shadow.
Mr. Ingles, the infamous life skills teacher, could not believe his eyes. He was an older gentleman with a receding hairline and a reputation for assigning ridiculous amounts of homework. "Safara Parker, we are now calling the police! You'll be lucky if you're only expelled!" He moved towards her to grab the girl's arm. She recoiled as a look of disgust made its way to her face.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled. "I will escort myself to the office, thank you very much. I don't need your wrinkly arm to get me there!"
Mr. Ingles, his face now as red as cherry tomatoes, nearly proceeded to scream at her, and possibly would have if the students nearby weren't watching. "Right now," Mr. Ingles began to say. "I couldn't care less about your rights. Now, get down to the office right now, or I will press charges against you!"
Safara rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'm going." She proceeded to stomp down the hall, pushing other students out of her way and Mr. Ingles followed right behind her.
She rushed past a group of boys that she was loosely acquainted with. She glared at them, and they smiled back. The youngest of the group commented naively, "Some luck you're having today, eh, Safara?"
She halted, turned towards him, and looked him up and down. He was about 15-years-old, and had long blond hair. He was short for his age, and he wore a green t-shirt, long tan shorts, and athletic sneakers. Safara could tell he was joking, but she wasn't in a joking mood. "Just shut up, Max, " she mumbled as she continued trudging along the hallway towards the office.
Her response sent chuckles through the group of boys. Along with Max Mizuhara were three other boys; Takao Kinomiya was almost 16-years-old and was tall for his age. On this particular day, he wore his standard blue jean and yellow long-sleeve shirt combo, along side with the red baseball cap that covered his long blue hair. Next to him was a solemn-looking 17-year-old by the name of Yuriy Ivanov. He was the tallest of the group and had red hair and wore black skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt with the Green Day grenade heart symbol on it, and a studded belt around his waist. Finally, next to him was a 16-year-old Chinese boy by the name of Rei Kon. He had very long black hair and wore black jeans, a red long-sleeved shirt, and a jean jacket. He was rather tall in stature, but was still quite lithe.
"I wonder what she did to Mr. Ingles this time." Rei wondered out loud, as he stared after Safara.
"Only one way to find out." Yuriy replied. His friends turned to see him motioning to follow Safara and Mr. Ingles. This they preceded to do and silently leaned against the closed door to the principal's office.
"I can't hear a thing!" Takao muttered, and was accordingly shushed by his companions. A moment later, they gave up trying to hear anything through the seven-centimeter metal door. They shrugged it off and split up to go to class.
Rei, having already retrieved his books, went down the hallway, and walked into room 029 – Ms. Kawa's room. He sat down in his designated spot – last desk in the left-most row. He leaned into his desk and closed his eyes for a moment before a delicate hand was felt on his right shoulder. Puzzled, he opened his eyes to see a beautiful girl staring down at him. "Hullo, Linea." He droned.
She smiled and sat in the desk next to him. She wore sparkly blue skinny jeans, a teal coloured v-neck tank top, silver hoop earrings, and red stiletto heals. Her long silky black hair draped down her back like a silk blanket, her vibrant eyes stared out Rei like two green flames. "Hey, silly, you're not supposed to sleep in these desks!" She said with a sly tone. "You should really get more sleep at night."
"Yeah, probably." He responded. "Why are you sitting in Safara's seat?"
Linea shrugged. "No idea. She won't be coming to class, though. Probably got expelled after what she pulled."
"This morning?" Asked Rei.
"Yeah. I dared her to paint up Mr. Ingles' car – hideous thing..." Said Linea with a smirk. "I can't believe she did. Especially 'cause she wasn't even on anything."
Rei smiled at the thought. "She doesn't do drugs?" He asked.
"Lucky for her." Linea said as she ran her hand through her hair. She sighed as Rei rolled his eyes.
"You're still in her spot." He droned.
A frown spread over Linea's mouth. "I don't care," She spat as footsteps were heard behind her. Clunk, clunk, clunk.
"Excuse me, but you're in my spot, Linea."
Rei and Linea spun to see Safara standing behind the seat. Her tired-looking face was glancing casually towards Linea.
"I thought you'd be expelled." Linea said, getting out of the seat reluctantly.
Safara plopped into the seat and crossed her legs. "Yeah, well…" She slapped her onyx-sequined bag on her desk, grabbed her notebook, pen, and gum. She popped a piece in her mouth and put it away.
"Can I have a piece?" Linea asked, leaning on one arm glancing past Safara.
"No." Replied Safara. Rei smiled at the girl's blunt answer. She was rude, crude, and a pain at times, but she amused him. Linea, however, was not amused; she rolled her eyes and turned away.
"Whatever, Saffie." Safara glared at Linea, whose lips were contorted into a smirk. She, in turn returned Safara's glance with a casual shrug and a grin.
Safara grimaced and closed her eyes, entering into her own world. The class gradually filled up, and at precisely 8:25 AM, history class had begun. It was not a class Safara particularly enjoyed, but her mark was tolerable and she did enjoy the documentaries. Nerdy? Yes, it was indeed. Under pain of death, Safara would not admit it. She sighed when her mind drifted off into the distant times of Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Edison, or even Michelangelo.
"Not that it matters," though Safara sadly. "You have to be someone great to do that sort of thing." She fiddled with her pen while listening to Ms. Kawa talk about some great leader of the 1930's. She looked and noticed the three-quarter-empty capsule of ink in her black pen and wondered if she should start bringing a new one to class.
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