"Hey, whore, get your lazy ass up. Mom says you have to unpack."
"NEEEHHH." I stuck my arm out from under my blanket to flip Andrew off. "Uggghhh… I'll… be there in a minute. Just… Leave. Now, ass hole." I threw the blanket off and rolled off my bare mattress. That had been my makeshift bed and the first thing into my new room. We had arrived at almost midnight last night and I'd been too lazy and tired to bother making my bed so I had just lugged my mattress up from the living room and thrown a sheet on it.
I tore off my Invader Zim boxers and black tank top and replaced them with a pair of black cargo pants and a care bears tee shirt. I shook my head like a wet dog to even out my pink hair and then pinned one of the green streaks back with a sparkly yellow clip. Sliding on a worn pair of adidas, I was dressed.
I began to stroll downstairs to get the rest of my belongings that the movers had brought. Dragging them upstairs, I decided that once I was done, I would go visit the school. It'd be handy to get a feel for the hallways before classes started on Monday. I already had my schedule and locker number, so I was ready to check it out.
"Hey, Dadzy?" I called in a sickly sugary-sweet tone down the hall.
"Yes, dear?" He sighed.
"Do you think… maybe… you could, like… help me move my furniturrre?" I crooned.
"Fine." He chuckled. "Desk?" He called out.
"Between the window and the door." I replied, glad for some help. I could barely lift my computer, let alone my whole desk.
"Dresser?" He asked, a sweat cropping up on his forehead. I hate my brother and get seriously pissed off at my mom most of the time, but I really love my dad. Sometimes… just sometimes… seeing how much he loves me back makes me regret my near constant raving and all of my drug use. I just know he would be so disappointed if he knew what I was doing every time I went out.
"Over across from the bed. Next to where I have the three bean bags." I smiled at him.
"And I assume the bed fame goes under the mattress and the bed-side table goes next to it?" He went over to finish up and I started picking belongings out of one of the many boxes in the middle of my room that had ended up resembling a miniature Stonehenge.
It was pretty easy- Hello Kitty cased laptop, pen cup, pens, and small collection of comic books went to my black desk. Shirts, pants and shorts, undergarments, and rave specific clothes went into the black dresser. Random ass accessories got thrown into the bottom drawer. Shoes got piled into the corner. Rainbow striped throw rug got put in the center of the dark wood floor. Million band, movie, and comic book posters and magazine clipping collages got pinned to the pale blue walls. Rainbow plaid bedding made the bed. Fuzzy neon throw pillows got exactly that- thrown at my bed. Black and pink zebra print lamp and my green alarm clock got placed on my black bedside table. Finally, I put a few framed pictures of my friends and I on my dresser. All of my remaining belongings had come with the in the car and were currently in my stuffed Elmo backpack, which was hanging on my door handle.
"Ready to roll." I chuckled into the stack of boxes I had just collapsed as I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs.
"Hey, mom, I'm gonna walk to the school and look around it, get a feel for the building. I've got my phone, be back later?" I ditched the boxes in the kitchen closet as I asked.
"All right, Catafalique, but be back by two. It's eleven now… here. Take a pop tart. You might get hungry while you're out." She handed me a little silver pop tart package and I shoved it in my bag.
"Kk, mom, I'll be back by two." I pulled out my i-pod and headed out the door. Once I was a safe distance away from the house, I reached around and pulled a bit of weed and a rolling paper out. I haven't smoked a joint in three days with all of the chaos of moving and I was in serious need of a good period of being fucking stoned. As I approached the doors, I snuffed out the half of a joint I had left and slipped it back into the plastic baggie my weed was in.
When I looked at it sideways. The door sort of looked like a cat. I giggled a bit before trying the door. Though it didn't seem at all odd at the time, it was unlocked. Grabbing my school papers out of my backpack, I started heading towards the lockers to see where I was in general numbering. Lets see… I was standing by locker number 82… I was locker number… 123. I walked a bit down the hall, trailing my hand against all of the locked metal navy blue rectangles. After a moment I came to number 123. I unzipped my backpack and pulled out two fresh, new, white covered notebooks, a rainbow striped folder, and three binders each with forty sheets of paper inside. I neatly put the all in so that the labels showed on the binders and they were in order of my schedule. Holy crap, I felt so organized!
I shut the metal door and closed on my hot pink lock. Noting down the combo in sharpie on my hand to ensure I remembered it, I started off to find my first class.
"Um… Hello?" A light voice came from behind me. Not mean, just curious. I turned, hoping I didn't look too stoned.
"Heya, loves, I'm Kittii. Well… I'm Catafalique… but everyone calls me Kittii." I assumed the voice had come from a curvy strawberry blonde wearing ripped jeans and a black hoodie with a dragon on it. The teal beanie set at a jaunty angle on the back of her head matched her Nikes. On her left was a tall boy with strikingly red hair peeking out from under a green hat. He wore green skinny jeans and an orange sweater and had a brown leather book bag slung over his shoulder. On the strawberry blonde's right was a short boy (or at least I was petty sure it was a boy…) with spikey blonde hair that stuck up in carefully styled tufts all over his head. His aqua Hello Kitty hoodie hugged his petite frame, as did a pair of insanely skinny jeans in black. He had his hands curled up by his face as if he were imitating a frightened rabbit. "I just moved here yesterday and will be starting on Monday, so I figured I'd check the place out. So… who are you guys?"
The girl who had spoken before reached out a bit. At first I thought she was going to shake my hand before I realized she was going straight past it and stroking my hair. "I… I fucking love your hair." Se said, carefully stroking only the green parts. "Oh!' She said after a moment, realizing that we had all been staring at her. "Well. I'm Bella, but I prefer Bells. That hipster is my cousin, Kyle. And the wee little blondey is Butters."
"Wait… His NAME is Butters?" I asked.
"Well… his name is Leopold, we all just call him Butters. It's cause his last name is Stotch, so Butters Stotch sounds like butterscotch. Ya know… Anyway, We're her because we're on the yearbook committee and since it's April already, we're needing to have more and more meetings."
"I… I sure do like… like the yearbook club, fellers. It's real fun!" Butters put in weakly. I was pretty sure he was scared of me.
"I enjoy it too. Bells, on the other hand, only joined because she has nothing better to do on weekends. Well- that and the fact that my mother has something against her dress style, so she likes to be out of the house as much as possible." Kyle chuckled. "Nice to meet you, Kittii. I like your Elmo backpack. Very ironic." He shoved his hand out and I shook it. "Bella and I live just up the street from you and your family, I saw the moving vans last night. Maybe we could walk you to school on Monday."
"Oh fuck yes!" Bells said. "Please walk to school with me and my douche hipster cousin? Your hair plus my awesome-ness will equal super-mega friendship!"
"Sure." I laughed, patting her shoulder. "I like you, ya know that? You two are cool." I thought for a minute. "And Butters, you're freaking adorable. Don't be afraid of me. I may have metal in my face and color in my hair, but I still love chibi animals and Japanese characters. Here." I reached into my bag and pulled out one of my many cards of stickers. Peeling off a bunny with massive eyes and a tiny kitty mouth, I held it out to him.
Butters glanced up at me, took the sticker, and stuck it on his cheek. He then took my hand, and, me following his lead, we skipped down the hall together. We stopped a moment at the doors for Kyle and Bells to catch up to us, the walking fools. "I fucking love you people." I grinned. We all walked out the door, hand in hand, though I'm sure Kyle was rolling his eyes.
Butters reached up, petted my head, bid his farewells, and galloped off to him Mother's car. "So… shall we walk home?" I offered my arm to Bells, who took it and offered hers to Kyle. He grabbed a hold of it and we strolled across the street. After a while of walking and aimless chatting; where are you from, members of the family, ect., we came upon their house.
"Nice place." I said glancing down at my phone to make sure it wasn't past two. "I'll see you two Monday morning?"
"As long as I don't come to your house on Saturday and rape you, then you betchya!" Bells said in a singsong-y voice before waving frantically and slamming the door.
"Weird girl." I chuckled to myself before pulling out my joint and lighter out again for a quick high before heading home.