A/N: Wow, this chapter took me like, over five hours to write lol
"I love your accent!"
"Thank you darling."
"Where are you from?"
"My mother."
*Girl bends over to tie her shoe*
"GET UP! I DID NOT TELL YOU TO BEND OVER!"
*girl jumps up quickly*
"YOU SEE ALL THOSE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU?! IF YOU TRIP AND FALL THEY WILL WALK ALL OVER YOU!"
"YOU LISTEN TO ME. WHEN I SAY JUMP YOU DON'T EVEN ASK HOW HIGH, YOU JUST JUMP!"
The Brooksville Raid fieldtrip was great
"Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry." ~ David Cook
Carly's POV
(1st Day of school)
I sighed and sat down at the only empty table in the lunch room. All I've heard about all day was what people did over Christmas break, since it was the first day back, and that new kid. Which is me. It's funny how nobody will talk to me, but as soon as I leave the only thing they can seem to talk about is me. I was tempted just to toss my lunch into the trash can and hide out in the library until lunch was over, but I decided not to. I rested my elbow in the table and rested my head in my hand, making my side bangs cover my whole face. I brushed them away from my face slightly when I felt like someone staring at me. .....Someone was staring at me.
"Can I help you?" I asked, looking up at the girl standing in front of the table.
"This is my table," She said.
I was SO not in the mood for this. "Really? Because I don't see your name printed on it."
She smirked a little and sat down. "Okay, you're cool, you can stay. I'm Morgan, by the way," She said, extending a pale hand with black fingernails. She had long curly brown hair with sidebangs, just like me, and black eyeliner surrounded her hazel eyes. She was wearing skinny jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt with grey and black leopard print cuffs on it, and it had those holes at the end of the sleeve to stick your thumb through.
"Uh, I'm Carly," I said, shaking her hand.
She raised her eyebrows. "You're Emo too? And you obviously must be new to it, because you're making it way too obvious that you're trying to hide it."
I froze. "Why would you think that, and I'm not hiding anything!" I lied.
"Oh yeah? Then why are you wearing wristbands under a long-sleeved shirt?"
".....Okay so maybe I am! And yeah, I'm kinda new to it..."
"Well, my first tip for you is ditch the wristbands. You just look dumb," She said, laughing. I yanked the wristbands off, revealing the red slashes on my wrists.
"Ouch," She said. "Those are really deep. You wanna kill yourself?"
I thought about saying yes, and then shook my head. "Hey, like I said. I'm new."
"Like I could forget," Morgan said, laughing. 'I'm not." She pulled her sleeves up to reveal her wrists; there were fresh cuts, but her whole wrists were covered in scars under them.
"Jeez!" I said. "What's your reason?"
"Preps," She said. Uh-oh. Ex-prep here! "They made fun of me too many times; I had trouble at home, too. But mostly the preps, they think they're so cool, all of them looking the same in the latest Hollister and Aeropostale clothes," She wrinkled her nose. I'm guessing it wouldn't be a good idea to tell her I used to be a prep just yet....
"So what's you're story?"
I looked down at the table. "Parents died, I blame myself for it.
"Oh....I'm sorry; forget I asked.....subject change! You're the new girl?"
I thought for a minute, trying to figure out where I've seen her before and nodded. "Yeah, and you're the girl that got a triple detention with her friend for being late and sassing the teacher."
She shrugged. "David was the one who was late picking me up, then we got to school and he forgot his freaking locker combination, which had one of my books in it! Oh, and you forgot the part where David knocked off the teacher's toupee, so I don't even know why I got a third detention for something he did."
"Well, you laughed," I pointed out.
"Well...whatever!" She said, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Oh! You also grabbed his toupee and flung it around the room screaming hot potato....then someone threw it into the fish tank...."
She rolled her eyes. "Well he shouldn't have given me two other detentions!"
*****
I walked into my last period class and sat down in a seat next to Morgan. It turns out we have every single class together....this should be fun! Some guy with brown hair walked over and stood in front of my desk. He had side bangs in the front and it was kind of spiked in the back, and he had brown eyes.
"Whoever you are, you're in my seat," He said. Again?!
"David shut up! That's her seat now. But feel free to sit in the one behind her!" Morgan said.
"And why does she get to take my seat?"
"Because she's my new best friend, duh!"
"But I'm your boyfriend! And besides, how long have you even known her?"
"Well, mister, YOU got me three detentions, so it doesn't matter if you're my boyfriend. And I've known her since lunch, but we have all of our classes together, so technically I've known her since first period. And besides," Morgan said, starting to grin. "We all know that Mr. Cole likes the girls to sit up front."
David rolled his eyes and sat in the desk behind me as the bell rang and the teacher jumped. He had his back turned to us, and he was pouring clear liquid into a watter bottle, which he almost dropped when the bell rang.
"Paranoid much?" I whispered to Morgan before he turned around.
"You're learning quickly," She smiled.
I turned my attention back to the teacher as he stumbled back to the front of the room.
"Alright class," He sputtered. "Take out your homework I assigned you before winter break, I'll be coming around to make sure you did it. Then you can have the rest of the class period to talk." He looked to be in his late twenties. He had shaggy blonde hair that he constantly had to keep brushing out of his eyes, which were unfocused. I turned to Morgan and raised an eyebrow as he made his way clumsily to the back of the room.
"He starts at the back so he can stand behind the girls and stare down their shirts," She explained. I frowned and looked down; I just had to wear a low cut shirt today. But he had no reason to come and talk to me because I wasn't here before winter break. He got all the way to the front of the first row, which was where Morgan was sitting, and stood behind her, waiting for her to show him her homework. She put her jacket on and zipped up before taking it out, and I could've swore I saw the teacher frown slightly. What a perv! He looked over at me and then walked over.
"Hello, you m-must be Ms. Pruitt. I am Mr. Cole, p-p-pleased to meet you," He said, stuttering over some words. He's had too many sips from that water bottle....
"Nice to meet you," I said. It's really not so nice, actually. This was getting awkward; neither of us were saying anything, and his eyes were slowly drifting down, to my chest...
"I have my homework Mr. Cole," David said, tapping the teacher, which made him snap out of his little spacing off moment.
"Oh. Yes. Right," He said, then stomped off to check the other kids' homework.
I turned around in my seat to talk to David. "Thanks for that!"
"No problem. If you're a friend of Morgan's then you're probably gonna end up being my friend," He said, laughing. "So where are you from?"
By this time Morgan had shifted in her seat so that she could be included in the conversation.
"Uh, Florida," I said. They both stared at me. "Just to get it out there now, I moved here because my parents died in a car crash, so I'm living with my aunt."
Morgan already knew it, but they both stayed quiet for a long time. "Guys? I'm already cutting myself because they died. I've gotten over the crying, and if y'all act all sad I'm gonna start crying again," I said.
"Sorry!" They both said at the same time.
"So...what's Florida like?" Morgan asked.
"Warm," I said. They laughed. I find nothing funny about that.
"Well you must be freezing here since you're used to winters that are eighty degrees," David said.
"And no snow," I added.
"This is the warmest it's going to get, by the end of next week it'll be in the twenties," Morgan smirked. I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Don't do that, it could get stuck to a pole here!" David teased. I glared at him.
"How old are you, two?"
"Three, actually. I'm three."
*******
Morgan's POV
I was sitting in my first period classroom. Except nobody else was there except David, and the teacher of course. I really hate getting detentions with Mr. Bunker because he makes us write apology letters to him, and I'm not really sorry. I jumped when a little paper football landed on my desk. I looked up from my apology letter to make sure the teacher was looking-he wasn't. He was messing with his still damp toupee. I figured it was safe, so I unfolded the paper and read it:
"Okay, don't look now, but there's a wet rat on top of Bunker's head."
I giggled and quickly scribbled back, "Yeah. Think we should tell him? I hate this. We can't talk at all. How much longer do we have?" Folded the paper back, and flicked it over to his desk, but I missed; it landed about 3 feet away. He slid out of his chair, grabbed the paper and slid back into his seat, acting like nothing happened. But the teacher noticed the commotion so he got up from his chair, repositioned his sad looking toupee, and walked over to us.
"WHAT is going on?!" He asked.
"NOTHING!" We both said quickly. Mr. Bunker looked over at David's desk and saw the note, and motioned for David to give it to him. David quickly grabbed it and gobbled it as quick as Cookie Monster would gobble a cookie....except paper isn't edible. So, David started choking, and he fell backwards in his chair, which made me start laughing. So I ended up on the floor right next to David. We finally pulled ourselves together, and sat back up in our desks. When we looked down on our desks, we saw freshly written Detention slips. Great.
"You may leave now," Bunker said angrily.
"See ya next Monday!" David called.
