It's really cliché, but on my first day, everything that could go wrong, did. I woke up at 8:00, and had thirty minutes to get ready and get to school. I couldn't find my favorite pair of jeans, but found my second favorite behind the dresser. With fifteen minutes to get to school, I didn't have time to wonder how they got there.
I ran downstairs and grabbed a Pop-Tart, calling over my shoulder, "Bye Mom!"
"Have a good day!" was her faint answer. Yeah, right.
My car was out of gas, so I ran to school, barely making it in time. I walked into the main office of Quilulite Reservation High School to find no one there. Slackers. You'd think that everyone would know about Regina Quill's daughter. When the receptionist finally did come in, I just about jumped on her.
"Brandi Quill?" she asked.
"Yeah, I need my schedule." I shifted from foot to foot, trying to get her to hurry up so I wouldn't be late to class. It didn't work.
I ended up running to my second period classroom and sat in the farthest row back from the teacher's desk. As the bell rang, the man at the desk stood up. "Hi, I'm Mr. Madsen."
I swore under my breath, too low for anyone around me to hear, and ran to the door. I barely made it before the teacher caught me.
I was in the wrong freakin' classroom!
My face burning, I walked the halls, trying to calm down. What a horrible first day. I really should've asked for a map.
Soon I was lost. Turning a corner I had never seen before, but figured it was better then any, I walked straight into this guy's shoulder. Well, actually, it was his arm, because this guy was huge. The boys around him were just as big as he was, if not bigger. They towered over me. And I'm not exactly short, either. The one I had walked into turned around, and I noticed he had the muscles of a bodybuilder. Just my luck. I had to run into a jock, and not just any jock, but a jock that could, literally, break me in half.
"Hey. I haven't seen you around. Are you new here?" one of them asked, diverting my attention from the one I ran into.
Ah, well. If my past experiences were any indication, jocks are bullies. And there's only one way to deal with bullies…
I flipped him off. Which might not have been the smartest thing to do, but I tend to do things without thinking.
"What the hell?!?" another one of them yelped.
I cordially turned and flashed him a smile. "Oh, my bad. You want some too?"
I flipped him off, and did the universal sign for loser.
"You-! What was that for?!?"
I just grinned, showing them all my teeth in that smile that most people at my old school called weird. Did they notice how my incisors were bigger than the average person's?
Apparently they did, because they shut up real fast. Even though the smallest one of them was twice the size of me, but I could take on any one of them, and win, too. Maybe they were starting to sense that. The bell rang, and I swept off, hoping lunch was soon. I was getting hungry.
Lunch. How on earth was I going to survive lunch? Deciding to cross that bridge when it came, I went and camped out in the girl's restroom. It wasn't even lunch yet, and already I had enemies.
Needless to say, the day pretty much followed that pattern.
