Chapter Ten Paper eating Monsters
There I was, a day later, clutching desperatly to the lilac hem of a low cut, knee length, T-shirt dress Hay Lin forced me into, along with with grey leggings, brown boots and a matching belt. I hated that so much. Why did people have to force me into skirts and dresses instead of a three-sizes-too-big hoodie and jeans?
Beside me, Hay Lin was beamming. "You look fantastic!" she commented. I awkwardly smiled and gazed down to the pavement.
"I can't believe you made me wear this," I hissed through my teeth as I tugged from my brown bag a scarf and jacket to cover myself up. We were standing in the gateway entrance, looking in upon the school as students poured in.
"Zatarlia," Hay Lin sighed while rolling her eyes. "It's your first day, you're supposed to make a good impression. Stop freaking."
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't make this dress so short," I snapped. Hay Lin took my arm that led into my pocket and towwed me inside the school grounds. I tripped and stumbled as I was dragged between tens of hundreds of watching students.
"Hay Lin, people are staring!" However she ignored me and made her way to a trio of girls near the stairs.
"Morning guys!" she squealled and released me. I tumbled off balance a few steps then stood up and adjusted the hem of my dress again.
"Looks like you just woke up on a carrosell," said Irma.
"Ha ha ha," I cried sarcastically. "Thanks."
I pulled the sleves of my chocolate waistcoat, tugged up the zip to my neck to hide my little clevage and tucked the silver necklace underneath.
For five minutes Taranee, Irma, Will and Hay Lin gossiped as I stepped off to the back and leant against the wall of the stairs, just watching the crowd of teenagers moving to the beat of another Thursday.
"Miss Jones to the principals office please," droned a tired and weak voice. "Miss Jones."
I slugged my school bag over my shoulder and slipped from the girls and up a small stone staircase to the double doors, just as the bell rung. Once I picked the door from it's frame, I quickly gazed upon the crowd shuffling closer. There were many whispers, nods and curious eyes to me but I didn't care much and slipped through the door.
A moment later I was wandering through the swarming hallways, searching for the principal's office. Teenagers were filing in haistly and strolled to friends and lockers.
"Woah," I yelled as a large body slammed me into a locker. "Watch it dweeb!"
"Sorry mate-" a deep voice echoed in my ear as I tried shaking the hair fallen from my ponytail into my face. "-Hold up. I know you!"
I squinted through the white strands to meet with Drake's dreamy eyes that seemed to have streaks of green smudged in them and hidden behind cute freckles.
"No way," I gasped. My arms were pinned up as if I was surrending to Drake and my chest and stomach were firmly pressed againsthis, which gave me abnormal tingles. The best part was his 'god-like' nose was a centimetre from mine.
"Wow," he breathed, "you smell phenominal."
Drake commented on my coconut and strawberry shampoo. Drake just commented on my coconut and strawberry shampoo!
"So do you," I replied that followed with a sarcastic 'smooth' from the voice in my head as all I could smell was a fresh putrid smell that was followed by a the words 'stink bomb!' Drake laughed and backed away once a gap in the crowd passed. My knees suddenly gave way and I slid down the lockers to the floor.
"Oh, lemme help," cried Drake as he shot a hand to me. I grabbed my bag and his hand and was flung upwards in a flourish into him. Again.
"Why is it that everytime I see you I'm either on top of or pressed up against you?" he grinned. Immediately my cheeks burned scarlet. I hoped he wasn't complaining I was certainly not.
"Excuse me," an impaitent pole figured girl boasted. "I would appriciate it if you two would stop rubbing up against my locker."
Drake spun around, stepped back and pulled me with him, as so to get out of the girl's way. He then dramatically bowed and offered her the locker.
"All your's Cuteness," he winked, however the slim girl just rolled her eyes and flung open her locker door in his face. "Come on," Drake whispered to me, shrugging the way. Embarressed, shocked and jealous, I led the way down the hall, his hand on my left shoulder guiding the way with his skateboard tucked under his arm.
"So you-" he began but was interferred by the loud speaker with the same muddled tone.
"Miss Jones to the principals office," the annoying voice speaker gagged.
"Ah, that's me," I declared as the crowd plowwed us along the hall. "Do you mind directing me to it?"
Drake grinned, blinding me temporially, "this way ma'am."
The school reception wasn't as colourful as the rest of the building. It was made up of whites and crèmes that all clung together into a couple of small rooms, a kitchen and a large office.
Most of the students walked past the reception however others strolled in to either tend to school matters, talk to their superiors or take a seat in front of the clearly marked 'principals office'.
"And this is the school office," Drake concluded after a rather short tour on our way there that I thoroughly enjoyed.
I smiled brightly, extatic about the past few minutes with him, "thanks."
"No probs," he shrugged and together, we gazed over the reception for a slight moment till our eyes met. Drake didn't say a word as he looked at me. His eyes seemed sort of glazed over as though he knew something I didn't. Something that maybe I really ought to have known but still he kept from me. Not a smile graced his precious lips; Drake was completely expressionless, handing me no clue to what he was thinking as he stared at, possibly through, me. I could feel my cheeks powdered in a soft pink grow deeper. I bit the edge of my lip. Why was he staring at me like that? What did he want me to do? Just gaze at him back, drooling all over him?
I felt exceptionally self-concious that moment, yet I doubted he noticed. Drake just watched me watch him through his goregous medium blue-green, but knowing, eyes. My hands gripped the hem of my dress again. Inside I was screaming out "what do you want from me!" as well as a whisper of "I think it's possible that I'm inlove with you."
It had bearly been fifteen seconds and I was panicing out of my mind. Could he see straight through my 'cover' and see exactly how I felt for him? See what I was? Not that I was sure of that myself. Hay Lin had told me that the eye is the gateway to the soul although looking through Drake's I couldn't get further than the colours.
A second later I just couldn't take it any longer and so I looked up and did another sweep up at the roof and around the reception. Drake's eyes strayed from me four or five quick seconds later and finally I could breathe except I completely regreted my action. It was seriously awkward for me yes, -though obviously Drake didn't have a problem-, but I grinned inwardly and tried to calm the butterflies giddy in my stomach.
"Drake," a woman called from beyond the desk before us. She looked generally surprised however not shocked.
"Morning Pam," greeted Drake using his killer smile that enhanced his freckles.
"I do not recall Brenda asking for you over the PA," said Pam. "Already causing problems in class?"
Drake gasped dramatically. He glanced from me to the floral dressed woman, whom may I add was aging well. "I do not cause problems in class."
Pam rolled her eyes, which were hidden behind dark mascara and reading glasses as she skimmed over the days notices.
"Right," she commented without caring anymore. I smiled.
Drake sighed and swayed his head in my direction, "teachers just don't understand."
"Well you know where the principals office is," a boy walking by muttered.
"Hahaha," sneared Draked to Rick whom was helping himself to a large grey box near by. I watched the plastic box eat sheets of paper Rick laid out on a tray emerging from it then spit it out on the otherside with black ink stamped on it. Curious and cautious I grabbed a pair of sissors on the table in front of me and approached the grey paper eater all while Drake and Rick shot taunting words to each other. More cleanly sharp paper were sucked into a thin vortex and spewed from the other end. A mechanical rectangular face flashed by its side and coloured circles stuck out from around it. I circled the creature holding the sissors as daggers till I wound back to the mouth. It gurggled and grunted as piles upon piles of innocent paper was devoured by the ugly beast. Deciding to stop it, I threw my things to the side and haistly seized the paper it was greedily gourging inside and tugged it back. The beast screamed and groaned, pulling back for it feasts with much force. My feet pressed themselves on the creature's stomach as I yanked the paper from its grinding teeth and collasped to the ground with my paper shredded and coloured in ebony saliva. I grinned from ear to ear at my victory. From the dusty carpet I shot up with the pair of sissors to disassemble the beast that was surly in agony.
In the background Drake and Rick's raging argument over something or other continued. I struck the mouth and teeth with my saliva spluttered spear. Kicking, clawing and completely trashing the horrid creature, no futher noise or movement came from it afterwards.
I stood over the slayed paper eatter bruttelly bashed as Drake called my name although keeping deadily eyes on Rick. I jumped down, gathered my things and graciously left the sissors in their rightful place. Drake stalked over to chairs waiting outside the principals office and I followed. Rick turned back to the murdered beast in a heap on the floor.
"What happened to the photocopier!" he yelled with his hands in his hair. I smiled at a job well done.
After all this trouble I put into this chapter I really hate it now. It's a terrible chapter but I haven't updated in 3 weeks or so and I thought should hand in something.
Really sorry.
Gallagher Girl1