The Other Side
Chapter 1: A (Good) Day in My Life.
(10:00 a.m. at High School)
I enter Trigonometry class and sit in the back. No one dare bother me today or they'll get it.
"Hello Vicky," Sarah Tang; Trixie Tang's cousin, said merrily, "how are you this morning?" she asked excitedly.
"Have you been sniffing after cyanide?" I demanded angrily, "what do you want?" I snapped.
"Only to invite you to our Afternoon Pep Rally!" Sarah told her happily, "we'll have games, cheers, free food…" she said happily.
"Fuck the cheers and games," Vicky stated, "but I'll come from the free food," she added.
"Okay," Sarah said happily, "anyway I'm only inviting you because we get ten bucks towards going to the 'Cheer Off Competition' in Hawaii and also because Scouts are coming and will only pick us for a special cheerleader training camp not only if we're good but also based on how crowded the gym is for our performance," she told Vicky, "some crap about how well we can emancipate school spirit," she said dismissively.
"If you don't get out of my face I'll beat out YOUR spirit," Vicky snarled.
"You're just Jealous of my long silky green hair," Sarah declared, "its ankle length unlike your red stump," she said and walked off.
Vicky was about to rise and beat her up when their trig teacher came in. Vicky sat back and glared daggers after the cheerleader before turning her attention to the trig teacher as he placed the items that he needed to teach the class on his desk.
He's such A Hunk! With that ruby red hair and those deep light green eyes. He's even 6ft 1inch and has muscles. Thank God he didn't see his potential of becoming a model and became a teacher instead in a class, which I usually slept through until he came along. I wonder how Mr. And Mrs. Vicky Harold Greenwich sounds to him?
"Hello class," Mr. Greenwich said formally, "I had your test papers back, but I left them in my car and I'm frankly too tired to go for them," he admitted and the entire class cheered with the exception of the smart kids and geeks, "but I do have my grade books with the grades in them," he said happily and the cheers went vice versa, "now please come forward so that I can show you your grades," he said and started to call out names in random order.
"Garth Applegate," Mr. Greenwich started and a tall muscular blonde Football Player came forward and looked at his grade, "continue beaming," he said simply as Garth walked away grinning, "get a bad grade and it's no more football for the year," he added formally and Garth paled then quickly hurried to his seat.
"Karen Young," Mr. Greenwich continued and black haired girl in a white T-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers hurried forward excitedly, "better luck next time," he said after the girl ran back her seat sobbing moments after seeing her grade, "and you'll also have to leave Tennis until your grades pick up," he said and the girl let out a loud wail, "sorry, school policy," he added with a shrug.
"Sarah Tang," Mr. Greenwich stated and Sarah got up and for the first time looked pale and I grinned outwardly at that, "please come forward," he instructed as the girl stood rooted and looked around as if searching for a Sarah clone to take her place, "now," he said more firmly and his eyes held such a dark spark that even I felt like jumping away from it.
Now that's the man I want for my husband!
Sarah walked forward tentatively. I watched happily as her hands shook and she looked even paler per second. Sarah was horrible at trig and I knew that if she got one more bad grade that she would be unable to do cheerleading for the rest of the year and that included summer trips and competition. Revenge would be mine.
"Here's your grade," Mr. Greenwich said seriously and Sarah clapped her hands over her mouth and I noticed tears welling up in her eyes.
YES! That bitch is going to lose all cheering privileges! Man am I going to gloat when I see her in the hallway!
"Here's the redo for your grade," Mr. Greenwich said suddenly and my eyebrows shot up in my head, "I see you like it," he said with a grin as Sarah's face brightened, "make sure to cheer extra hard at the Cheer Off," he said almost sensually and Sarah nodded and ran happily to her seat.
"I want a redo!" Karen demanded suddenly and angrily, "if she gets one, I want one as well," she declared.
"Fine!" Mr. Greenwich shouted in anger and I nearly jumped out of my seat because he was usually such a calm yet firm man, "but don't cry when you end up loosing instead of gaining ten percent," he snarled.
"Never mind," Karen squeaked and shut up.
I sat through the rest of class fuming about him changing Sarah's grade because she was a cheer leader until Mr. Greenwich came to my name.
"Vicky," Mr. Greenwich said simply and remembered to my satisfaction not to call my last name which I hated (she hated her last name here, not the teacher) so much.
"Just announce if it's a pass or fail," I declared still pissed off at him.
"You got a B (plus) Vicky," Mr. Greenwich said simply and then proceeded to call other names.
I sat in the class and continued to fume until it was over and I had my only free period on a Monday.
(Later at the Afternoon Pep Rally)
I sat on the bench smugly being the only person present besides a few scouts. I heard the cheerleaders cheer and run out to do their cheers before their audience. But they stopped abruptly when they noticed how empty the gym was.
"Where's everyone?" an Asian cheer leader demanded.
"Good question," a male scout said coldly, "please do your cheers now and try to impress this redhead here," he said and pointed at me.
"I'm only here for the free food," I told him curtly and ran for the trays of free food the moment the tray arrived.
I stood by the cart and ate as I watched those cheerleaders struggle to appease the scouts with their best cheers. While the scouts seemed impressed with their cheerleading ability, they still seemed unnerved by the fact that no one else showed up.
"Thank You," the same male scout said formally as he and the others rose to leave, "you'll find out your results in a month," he told them, "but frankly," he continued, "don't hold your breath," he added and then left with the others as several cheerleaders broke into tears.
"It had to be you!" I heard some cry suddenly and turned to see Sarah run into the gym with just a towel on her head, another one wrapped around her person and bare feet, "you made everyone else leave the school!" she cried pointing at me, "I don't know how," she confessed, "but it had to be you," she snarled.
"I only out flyers that the school had an infestation of scorpions," I said innocently and the cheerleaders eyes widened in horror, "how was I supposed to know that it would make everyone else flee the school while you were in the changing room?" I asked them.
"You little bitch!" Sarah cried and jumped at me.
But I side stepped her and grabbed at her hair towel. I caught it and pulled it right off.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sarah screamed and tried to cover her now bald head.
"My hair's not so short now is it?" I hissed with a grin, "Is it!" I demanded angrily.
Sarah went into a fetal position and started to sob.
"Nair lotion in a shampoo bottle can do a lot of things to beautiful hair my darling," I said with a laugh and pushed the trays of free food out with me and gave the caterer a death glare when he tried to stop me.
Done.
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