Dedicated to the person who told me to get off my lazy ass and type. And to
Stephy who yelled at me for putting her e-mail address up in the review
section ( its stephythesuperintelligentsheep@hotmail.com), and also told
me to "start typing woman!"
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The halls were crowded as usual. It was lunch period after all. Students were humming with the activity that comes after a morning of listening to your Chemistry teacher explain about god-knows-what. You had to shove your way through the crowds of teenagers to get anywhere. That was why it was surprising to see a gap open up, as the teens parted to let someone through their number. A girl. Long wavy hair streaked with royal blue and aqua tied up in two swirling tails. She walked confidently through her peers, seemingly unaware of the awed stares that followed or the longing sighs. The crowds parted like water to let her pass. And she didn't even acknowledge it. Reaching the cafeteria doors, she stepped into the crush of people and headed over to the table that was reserved for her and her friends.
The cafeteria was large, since the school was enormous. Students in the upper years were allowed to leave the grounds during lunch, and most did which greatly reduced the numbers. Still, the room was almost full of people, chatting aimlessly about popularity and homework excuses. And of course, the latest news and rumors. 3 girls occupied one table. All the tables were large and could seat at least 12, but no one else dared to sit there. This was where the blue- streaked girl was headed. She sat gracefully in a seat next to the girl on the right.
"Hey wanna guess what?" The girl next to her greeted enthusiastically. She had long hair that was streaked with crimson and pulled to the back of her head in a tight high pony tail. The streaks in her hair matched her eyes, which were a startling ruby red.
"You've finished with Blair? Please god tell me you've finished it with that jock."
The red streaked girl laughed. "Of course I have. Did you think I wouldn't? His constant need to look in a mirror every five minutes got annoying after the first second."
The two girls across the table laughed. "Tell me about it." Said the brunette with green streaks. "There is definitely something warped and wrong when a guy is more obsessed over his appearance than even Juliet Turner."
This drew another round of laughter from the table. "So what number was he again?" The remaining member of the quartet spoke up. She had short blonde hair with orange streaks which she wore lose, just touching her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes sparked mischievously as she awaited the other girls answer.
"Hmmmm.... I think he was the 23rd this school year, so that would make him... 87" The red streaked girl replied triumphantly.
The four girls continued to chat animatedly. Laughing and smiling happily at one and other. Suddenly a shadow fell over the space where the red streaked girl sat. All four looked up as one to see who would dare to block their light. It was a boy, wearing a jock jacket and an angry expression. The four girls looked up calmly and the red streaked one stood. "What do you want Blair? I told you we're over." She said, her tone showing no hint of emotion. The boy turned red. "What do you mean we're over?." He shouted. His voice echoed round the cafeteria and the other students paused in their conversations and turned to watch the show. It wasn't unusual for them, but it still was fun to watch when a boy challenged the group. "I mean we're over. As in, get lost you waste of air." She turned and sat again, ignoring his presence. Blair spluttered, "but I thought-" "That's your problem, you thought. Thinking is not your friend Blair, we all know you only passed your classes cause you slept with the receptionist and she changed your grades." Snickers ran round the room. Blair looked about wildly and then turned back to the girl. "But,-" "But nothing. I have nothing else to say to you. And, if you don't mid, your blocking our light." The four girls started talking again. This time completely ignoring Blair. Sensing this, which was quite an amazing thing for him. Blair glanced round at the still watching population of the cafeteria, and quickly left. As the double doors closed behind him, a peal of laughter echoed from the table.
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Ok, this is not finished yet I don't think. Its (about) three years later and things have changed. This is kinda like a second prologue. Everything will get explained. The colors-girls will get names when I add more to this or in the next chapter. I've gotta say what happened so expect flash backs, not to many though, oh, and I need to say what grades thay're in don't I? Do I? God I'm acting soo my hair color today its scary.
The halls were crowded as usual. It was lunch period after all. Students were humming with the activity that comes after a morning of listening to your Chemistry teacher explain about god-knows-what. You had to shove your way through the crowds of teenagers to get anywhere. That was why it was surprising to see a gap open up, as the teens parted to let someone through their number. A girl. Long wavy hair streaked with royal blue and aqua tied up in two swirling tails. She walked confidently through her peers, seemingly unaware of the awed stares that followed or the longing sighs. The crowds parted like water to let her pass. And she didn't even acknowledge it. Reaching the cafeteria doors, she stepped into the crush of people and headed over to the table that was reserved for her and her friends.
The cafeteria was large, since the school was enormous. Students in the upper years were allowed to leave the grounds during lunch, and most did which greatly reduced the numbers. Still, the room was almost full of people, chatting aimlessly about popularity and homework excuses. And of course, the latest news and rumors. 3 girls occupied one table. All the tables were large and could seat at least 12, but no one else dared to sit there. This was where the blue- streaked girl was headed. She sat gracefully in a seat next to the girl on the right.
"Hey wanna guess what?" The girl next to her greeted enthusiastically. She had long hair that was streaked with crimson and pulled to the back of her head in a tight high pony tail. The streaks in her hair matched her eyes, which were a startling ruby red.
"You've finished with Blair? Please god tell me you've finished it with that jock."
The red streaked girl laughed. "Of course I have. Did you think I wouldn't? His constant need to look in a mirror every five minutes got annoying after the first second."
The two girls across the table laughed. "Tell me about it." Said the brunette with green streaks. "There is definitely something warped and wrong when a guy is more obsessed over his appearance than even Juliet Turner."
This drew another round of laughter from the table. "So what number was he again?" The remaining member of the quartet spoke up. She had short blonde hair with orange streaks which she wore lose, just touching her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes sparked mischievously as she awaited the other girls answer.
"Hmmmm.... I think he was the 23rd this school year, so that would make him... 87" The red streaked girl replied triumphantly.
The four girls continued to chat animatedly. Laughing and smiling happily at one and other. Suddenly a shadow fell over the space where the red streaked girl sat. All four looked up as one to see who would dare to block their light. It was a boy, wearing a jock jacket and an angry expression. The four girls looked up calmly and the red streaked one stood. "What do you want Blair? I told you we're over." She said, her tone showing no hint of emotion. The boy turned red. "What do you mean we're over?." He shouted. His voice echoed round the cafeteria and the other students paused in their conversations and turned to watch the show. It wasn't unusual for them, but it still was fun to watch when a boy challenged the group. "I mean we're over. As in, get lost you waste of air." She turned and sat again, ignoring his presence. Blair spluttered, "but I thought-" "That's your problem, you thought. Thinking is not your friend Blair, we all know you only passed your classes cause you slept with the receptionist and she changed your grades." Snickers ran round the room. Blair looked about wildly and then turned back to the girl. "But,-" "But nothing. I have nothing else to say to you. And, if you don't mid, your blocking our light." The four girls started talking again. This time completely ignoring Blair. Sensing this, which was quite an amazing thing for him. Blair glanced round at the still watching population of the cafeteria, and quickly left. As the double doors closed behind him, a peal of laughter echoed from the table.
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Ok, this is not finished yet I don't think. Its (about) three years later and things have changed. This is kinda like a second prologue. Everything will get explained. The colors-girls will get names when I add more to this or in the next chapter. I've gotta say what happened so expect flash backs, not to many though, oh, and I need to say what grades thay're in don't I? Do I? God I'm acting soo my hair color today its scary.