Chapter 2
You could change your hair and clothes. You could have learned your lesson on not to write a poem entirely in iambic pentameter, or you could not tell anyone if you did. You could switch to contact lenses, or not do your homework. Every boy in school could grow seven inches. The sun could go fucking nova. And you'll still be the same British accented foreigner you'd always been.
The schools ascended field consisted of many havens. At the far end corner near the haunted garage were the drug dealers, who made most of their business out of high school. Having a hard day of school was easily papered and tinted with dugs and feeble excuses of not feeling well were easily disregarded.
The geeks sat in their accustomed location near the shed. Absent from the drama and clamor of high school. Oblivious to the social identity of many students. Their dorky glasses gave them the impression that they were trapped in a misty laboratory. Ironic. Their day consisted of studying, limiting their time from having a social life and the inevitable search of popularity.
At the centre of them all were the preps. Each of the girls shared similar attributes. Their hair straight and blonde hung in a ponytail. They were all practicing their cheerleading wearing the same cropped shirt and short mini skirt, while having numerous men gawk at their flexibility. While the other girls scowled at envy. The cheerleaders were found to be the centre of attention.
Opposite the preps were the emo's who were found in their "emo corner" Each of them dressed like they welcome death onto them. Black was evidently their favorite colour. They wore overly tight jeans, apply heavy eyeliner, dye their hair black and grow a long fringe to help wrap their vision of the world. Their depressive moods and ungrateful serenity was contagious. Juliet pictured them like the mafia. There's no going back.
Surrounding the groups were the jocks and the rest of high school. They were practicing football and getting their gear on for the end of term match. Mr. Andrews who was a former coach had anger problems. He seemed unaware of the pain etched on ever players face whenever they occupied the ball. His screaming went to hysteria when John decided to take a time out. John was easy to please; he had a calm personality and would get along with any person regardless of their social group.
Juliet sat in the shadowy shade of the oak tree located near the garden. The fresh air came colliding to her nostrils as she glanced at the patch of plants wilting, slowly losing its essence. The sun shining in a magnificent orange stuck her iris. Slowly billowing her head out of its sight she faintly returned her eyesight. The patches of carbon dioxide thriving plants were supposedly environmentally friendly, though she doubted a few buds were going to make a difference in the atmosphere. The real difference was, being printed in the tabloid encouraging anti pollution and the minor statement of the school academic status. The prospect was cunningly ignorant. Then again who isn't? The sun's heat was radiating through her body and she was eagerly tempted to lay naked and take advantage of the sun. She was a pale child, with skin as soft as white rose petals. Getting a tan was nearly as impossible as flying over the moon. Instead, she collected handfuls of dandelions and placed them in a systematic order, slowly intertwining each one of them in a garland. In her attempt to make a crowning tiara she was interrupted by three over confident blondes. The Smiley Von Tramps.
"My father's right you know" Blonde number one continues smugly. "He predicts that Londoners will be instinct in this country soon"
Juliet glanced sidelong at her and demonstrated to them how quickly the skin can turn from white to volcanic red.
"Well with the number of people you sleep with you should be capable of fixing that dilemma and populating an entire town" she replied faking confidence.
"Bitch"!
She dragged her heavy legs and stood up as reputably as she could master, holding the bundle of dandelions in her hands. To aggravate them even more she decided to do the mature thing and rinse the flowers on to them. Boiled with anger they left an undefeated battle. That'll show them she thought to herself.
Blonde number one had hair as straight and thin as lead, she was the fairest of them all, also the bitchiest. Her twins were also artificial, slapped with makeup and tan, they toddle their way up the social status ladder. Everyone were in need of their approval, it was a satisfying option to take. Juliet resumed back to her initial activity, slowly shedding the petals of the dandelion repeating nonchalantly "love me, love me not…"
"Praise to my lord! Is Juliet in love?"
"Get lost Chris cant you see I'm in a middle of a siliquoy?"
"I knew you were secretly in love with me" he said adoringly.
For a minute she thought he finally revealed the truth, without putting her in the aggravation of making her try. Rationally she decided to keep her mouth quite and look for signs of hope. When she realized his face was still imprinted with the same snoopy grin. It was then she realized it was safe to talk.
"Chris, you think I'm bothered enough to run after a homosexual manic who finds giggling a sign of insanity"
"Juliet for the millionth time I'm not gay" he said irately making himself comfortable next to her.
"Well I'm not the one who's addicted to gay anime porn" she replied logically.
His eyes narrows and he sighed deeply. She gave him her winning smile.
"I hate it when you do that"
"Deal with it I'm just telling you the truth it's not my fault the truth hurts!"
"Jules did it ever occur to you that perhaps truth isn't the word your looking for more like provoking, attention seeking…" He trailed on.
"I'm not attention seeking! Attention is the last thing I want on my agenda!" She said annoyingly.
He smiled at her emotional turn point he loved to make her tick and she knew it. It seemed to her that subconsciously she always gave him the satisfaction. This pissed her off greatly.
In the midst of their everlasting quarrel regarding homosexual tendencies, she seemed unaware of the ball impending towards her. The ball slashed its way though the air and landed on her head with a THUG and an immediate headache.
"Oh, man I'm so sorry" clusters of boys cooed together.
"It's alight" she chorused reassurances.
She lay on the soft grass her head was pounding like an elephant trapeze. All she could hear was murmuring and Chris's worried look. Her eyes vaguely displaced its perception and decided to take a little nap. Suddenly she felt something lift her up. She felt abruptly light. Light as a feather she glided above the crowd. She must have been hallucinating because when she awoke she recognized nothing around her.
She awoke in such a comfortable atmosphere that she barley managed to resist the urge to fall back into a dreamy coma and never awaken. But curiosity compelled her to move. She sat up and stretched her stiffened body, eager to greet sunlight but it wasn't found. She felt reassured to see her familiar room including princesses sparkle a former resident of the room. Princess sparkle lay in her crescent, her hair swishing its way down to the bottom of the bed, while her legs angling its direction to the tantalizing softness of the cotton pillow. Juliet smiled.
Juliet's room was her secret forge, the wall along her bed was lined with bookcases, and these were stuffed with books, not just upright, but teeped across the tops of other books as well. They were mostly paperbacks and well read. She loved reading, morphing into the character, inspecting people's lives and their reactions. Day on end she would read every recommendation, every romantic genre, every tragedy. She was sick of her drama.
She sat on the bed gaining consciousness and stability, slowly rubbing her eyes from her disoriented vision.
Chris must have carried her home she thought to herself. Faintly a smile crept through her groggy face. Chris looked like a type of person who was able to take care of someone. He was tall, slim and had that unique build that resembled to a Greek God ready for a massacre. She changed into her night gown and headed to bed ready for another day of hell in high school.