Ch. 2
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Kara's eyes widened with awe, as her uncle pulled into the parking lot, pulling into a spot close to the school. They both got out of the car, and with temporary difficulty, got into the building.
"Wow," She gasped, agape. She looked around the hallways, the art work of several 8th graders and elementary kids from the elementary school hanging around her.
Sheldon smiled gaily. "I take it you like it bunches?" Kara nodded. He led her to the office, and they entered the slightly chilly, brightly decorated office. The walls were a simple sky blue, and the floor was a lush navy blue.
"Welcome to Horace Green High. May I help you?" said an automatic-sounding voice. Sheldon nodded.
"We need to pick up Stanton's uniform. And finish registration."
"Fine. Stanton, your uniform is right here, a bathroom is down the small hall, to the right." Kara absentmindedly wandered over to the stout, older woman who sat at the desk, took the uniform, which consisted of a plaid knee-length skirt, white knee-lengths, black sturdy-looking shoes, a white blouse, and a plaid tie. She groaned, and walked into the bathroom.
Plopping on the sickly pale toilet under the dim light of the bathroom, she stripped herself free of her clothing, and slid on the barely chilled clothing items. It took her about a minute to tie her shoes, and then she moved on to the tie.
"Damned thing," She cursed, as she somehow tied her finger into the cloth. Kara shrugged, and threw back her shoulders, making her best prep imitation.
"Like, omigosh! This is, like, so…out!" She stared at herself in the full length mirror. A girl of 5'4'' with sage green eyes and red-streaked sandy blonde hair and a hardly-curvy figure with bitterness in her eyes blinked back at her.
"God, hope I don't automatically be the popular girl," She remarked to herself as she grabbed her other clothes and sailed out of the bathroom. Then she laughed.
"Fat chance." Kara held a steady stare as she came out into the office, the tie still around her shoulders. She handed her clothes to her uncle, who nodded shortly at the secretary and left.
"See ya, honey, I'll be back to pick you up at 2:45!" Kara stared at the secretary.
"Am I turned loose?" The woman nodded. Kara sighed gratefully, and looked at her schedule.
"Yeah…this class. Stupid," She muttered darkly as she headed towards Reading. Freddy was there, talking to a boy with shaggy brown hair, slight freckles and brown eyes. A girl that stood near the boys was standing next to a pixie-sized girl with almost waist-length raven hair.
Freddy glanced up, and caught Kara's eye. He nudged the boy, who turned. Kara smirked, and sauntered over to them.
"This is Shel's niece, the girl I was tellin' you 'bout," said Freddy. The boy smiled.
"I'm Zack Mooneyham, nice to meet you." Sticking out his hand, Zack kept his grin. Kara smacked her own hand into his, and shook it.
"Kara Stanton. So you in Reading, too?" Zack nodded, his hair matching his gesture. Kara kept her smirk as the two girls trotted over to them.
"Freddy, Zack." A prissy-sounding voice spoke up. Freddy turned, and smiled at the pixie-sized girl. Zack did the same to the taller girl.
"This is Summer Hath..." Freddy began, but the girl cut him off.
"I'm Summer Hathaway. You must be the new girl I have heard about. This is Katie Brown." Summer held her head high, and smiled.
"Kara Stanton," mumbled Kara just as the bell rang. The girls and the boys ducked into the class just as a bunch of preps, jocks, nerds, etc. bounded down the hallways.
The students all took their seats, not very quietly, either, despite what the teacher tells them. Ms. Ondash, the teacher's name, walked in, quite crisply.
"Good morning, class," She boomed, not sounding very chipper as Freddy told her.
"'Mornin'," mumbled the class back in unison, the sound of paper being ripped out in the air. The woman strode to the front of the classroom, clasping her slightly wrinkled hands together.
"We have a new student. Her name is Kara Stanton. Kara, why don't you come stand up here and tell us a bit about yourself?" Kara, grumbling curses about stage fright under her breath, stood up, and ever-so-slowly walked to the front of the room.
"Yeah…I'm Kara," murmured Kara, looking straight ahead, not looking at anyone. "I came from Cincinnati, Ohio, 'cause…well, who cares 'bout the reason, but I live with my Uncle Sheldon, and stuff. I like bands like the Ataris, and the Foo Fighters, but…yeah, if you wanna know more about me, then you should ask, which I highly doubt any of you will." She made a beeline for her seat and sat down.
"Well…go on with the morning problem," Ms. Ondash called out from her desk. Kara sighed contentedly, and flipped open her notebook.
While she was struggling with the answer, someone poked her in the back. She turned around, and there sat Freddy, a smirk on his face.
"What?" hissed Kara fiercely. His smirk broadened as he handed her a small, carefully folded paper.
She snatched it, and turned around quickly. Opening it quietly, she read it. In scrawled, sloppy chicken scratch, was a simple word:
Poser.
Kara's eyes flashed and narrowed, as she crumpled up the note and flicked it on the ground. If she found whoever did that…
For the rest of first bell, anger boiled up inside of her, as her eyes scanned the room for whoever might have done it. It could have been the red-head with a major attitude. Or the fat girl in the corner who secretly ate candy. Or it could have been…
The 'could-have-beens' flashed through her mind when she turned as Freddy poked her again. Freddy!
"What the hell do you want?" snapped Kara. Freddy's smirk was replaced with an insincere smile.
"What was the note all about?" He shot back, just as the bell rang. Kara gathered her books and snorted.
"You should know," said Kara sarcastically, walking at a fast pace out of the classroom. Freddy followed her. "You wrote it." Freddy stopped at his locker, which Kara's was two down from his.
"I so did not!" exclaimed Freddy, dumping his books in his locker and grabbing a few others. "Why would I write that to you when I hardly even know you?" Kara glared at him from the corner of her eye.
"Why would ANYBODY write that to me when they hardly even know me?" Kara replied tonelessly, as she sauntered off to her next class, which was Art. Freddy started after her, but stopped.
"I didn't write it, so why should I go after her and bug her and stuff?" He asked himself, as he sailed into Science.
Kara, walking down two flights of stairs, sighed as she headed into Art, while others purposely bumped into her, flailing around.
"HAHAHA!" laughed a loud, obnoxious voice suddenly, as she put her hand on the knob and was about to turn. She whipped her head around. In front of her stood an African-American boy about her age, with closely-shaved dark hair and dark eyes. He had an eyebrow raised, and was smirking, similar to Freddy.
Rolling her eyes, Kara shoved the door open, and into a small boy with glistening red hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry," She muttered darkly, helping him up. The boy came in behind her.
"What's wrong, Christmas Tree?" snarled the boy. The boy, who somehow resembled a Christmas tree, slowly turned red.
"I, uh, was pushed and fell 'cause of the door," The boy stammered. The boy smirked.
"Well, Mr. Kendall, watch what you do," The boy growled. Kara just held her head low, and plopped in a seat.
"HEY!" roared a voice. Kara jerked her head up to see a pretty girl with blond hair to her shoulders and slightly cross-eyed blue eyes glaring down at her.
"That's my seat." Kara rolled her eyes.
"I don't see your name on it," She retorted. The girl clucked her tongue.
"Ever heard of assigned seats?" Kara sighed, and stood up as if she were going to leave. Instead, she balled up her fist, yanked it back, and let it fly in that bitch's face…
"Hello?" The girl was nudging Kara. She yelped.
"Are you awake? It's the end of the second bell." Kara wiped her eyes. Did she fall asleep when she sat down and ignore class? She looked up at the clock. Sure enough, it was time to go.
"I must've not gotten enough sleep…but that was fun when I punched you in the face," She mumbled.
"Pardon?" The girl didn't wait to hear her answer, she danced her way up to her friend. Kara sighed, and dashed to her locker, which was on the other side of campus.
"MOVE!" shouted a voice behind her. She didn't turn, just ran really fast, running into people and knocking them down, yelling apologies over her shoulder.
"LOOK OUT!" She screamed as she sped down the hallway to her locker, and ran into someone, knocking her and that person down.
"Oh, God, are you okay?" Kara asked, sitting up. Since when did she care about feelings?
"Yeah, fine, fine, but watch where you run," said a familiar male voice, followed by another.
"Peachy keen," The other one grumbled. Kara stood up, helping the both of them up. It was Freddy and Zack!
"Why do I keep running into you?" She growled, opening her locker and tossing her books inside. Freddy grinned and leaned against the locker next to hers.
"Your fate is tellin' you that we belong together," Freddy purred in a fake-sounding husky voice. Kara laughed.
"We belong together just like vinegar and oil," Kara said, walking off to her Math class. Freddy followed her.
"But don't vinegar and oil mix well?" Freddy asked stupidly. Kara rolled her eyes. How stupid can one guy get?