Leslie Burke and Angie Steadman meet up, a friendly rivalry begins for the two outsiders. Just an intro. Smut in later chapters. Some brief language.
The sky was almost non-existent, with a thick fog like a creamy chowder covering everything. Leslie Burke pressed her chubby cheek against the school bus window and imagined she was going on a trek through an unknown land. So many trees, a big redwood forest looking menacing straight out of a horror film. She'd never been to public school before but since her parents had become busy with their day jobs, writing for different publications and having to move, there just wasn't anytime for homeschooling. She was 18 now and needed more interaction with kids her age, something she was excited for but also nervous.
The high school was big and there were so many people. Her stomach churned as the bus parked. How would she meet anyone? There were so many people. She got a lot of weird stares getting off the bus, must've been her choice of wardrobe. Leslie had developed some curves, she was thicker than she'd ever been since last summer, she wore tight fitting jeans she felt made her butt stick out but thought no one would notice. She wore blues and pinks, she had no highlights in her blonde hair since she was younger. Her breast size had also ballooned. She noticed how friendly the boys were but how mean the girls were when she met people in the halls. She did not understand that her appearance would cause any problem.
She went to the administration office, she had no idea where she was going even with the print out map she received. She was five minutes late for her first class of the day, music with Ms Edmunds.
"Why, hello there!" said who Leslie assumed to be Ms Edmunds; she kind of looked like Katy Perry, she found that amusing.
"Hi!" Leslie smiled with a wave. She smiled at the rest of the room, with nothing in return, everyone looked either glum or gave her these weird looks; except for one girl in the back, she was looking out the window with the saddest face, like she was trying to find some kind of escape. Leslie liked the single pink highlight in her straight blonde hair.
Ms Edmunds was holding this ukulele, was leading the class into a warmup when the new girl walked in, her smile was so disarming, "I really like your earrings."
Leslie forgot she even had them on, her blue triangles dangling from her earlobes, "Thanks. I'm Leslie."
"Yes, Ms Burke! Please, have a seat!"
"Sorry I'm late," she said, parking herself in a desk up front.
"Just in time!"
Leslie heard someone make a crude comment about how big her backside was when she sat down but she didn't say anything, she let Ms Edmunds sing her song and strum the tiny cords on the little guitar. She felt more at ease, somehow this woman's song had the power to comfort her. She was glad it wasn't too awkward, at least she wasn't asked to introduce herself in front of everyone. When class was letting out she had the impulse to go talk to the lonely girl by the window but she was quick to leave making some comment to Ms Edmunds before going on her way.
"Hi!" Ms Edmunds said again to Leslie as she walked by her desk.
"That was a really great class, Ms Edmunds."
"Well it was so lovely to have you here, Leslie. You have a beautiful voice."
Leslie thought her smile was magical, her eyes and her smile were like a cartoon character that leaped off the page. She noticed her big red sweater, it looked really good on her even the turtleneck; she was in no way an old lady.
"Nice sweater."
"Thanks. I knitted it myself. Maybe I'll do one for you some day!"
"I'd love that!"
Leslie left in high spirits to her next class but was followed by the kids that made snide remarks about her in the back of the room, two greasy haired boys and a tall, chubby girl.
"You like what you saw?" A pale boy laughed.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah," said a redheaded girl with braces, "She kept staring at her sweater puppies!"
Leslie hadn't the faintest clue what that meant. 'Sweater puppies?'
"Nice ass by the way!" Leslie glared at them and kept moving onto her class, "That was a compliment!"
Everyone she tried to talk to ignored her like she was weird or something. At lunch she ate outside, that's where she found the lonely girl from Ms Edmunds' music class. She was a little nervous seeing her there sitting under the bleachers with her feet up reading a book but managed to work up the nerve to move forward.
"Hi," she called, alerting the girl, "What are you reading?"
She didn't answer right away, she looked at her with these suspicious dark eyes; Leslie saw it was a fantasy book by the font and the picture of the dragon, something by an author she never heard of.
"A dragon. Cool. I read stuff like that too. I want to write actually..." The girl squinted her eyes, Leslie was wondering if she didn't recognize her from earlier, "I was in Ms Edmunds' class."
"What's better, horses or centaurs?" The girl said, speaking up.
Leslie was surprised by the blunt question, "Well if I was to choose I'd say centaurs..."
"What's better, bow and arrow or crossbow?"
"Well I still like bow and arrow, I used one all the time growing up."
The girl kept probing her with questions involving fantasy beings and what was better and Leslie was quick to answer. Finally after some time had passed she landed on one final question, "Do you believe in magic?"
Leslie smiled and said, "Yes."
"I'm Angie."
"Leslie."
They shook hands and smiled.
"Ms Edmunds is cool. She's the only teacher in this school that encourages creativity. Sorry if you had to put up with Scott and Gary. Janice can be a huge B."
"Yeah they seem mean," Leslie said, scratching the back of her head, "Um, Angie, what are sweater puppies?"
Angie laughed, seeing just how naïve her new friend was, "They are so juvenile. They mean her breasts."
Leslie laughed, now getting it but stopping when she did see it was irritating Angie. Angie spoke up, "If I wrote a fantasy book I'd call them wobblers."
Leslie laughed even harder, Angie thought she might get her to laugh harder with a little tickling and by the looks of her she was very ticklish. The two and their odd behavior did attract the weird eye passing by but they didn't really care.
The three bullies passed cigarettes and spied on the two new friends from the back of the school, irritated by how well it seemed they were getting along.
"They think they're better than everybody or something?"
"This ought to fix 'em," said Scott, showing the others some colorful looking pills in a baggie.
To be continued! SMUT ahead! Also check out my Stranger Things/A Nightmare on Elm Street story: Nightmare Warrior.