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Margie Driscoll: Sadly, most of my stories are "cute." I hate that word. ((grin))
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"Oh, god. First day of school…" Skittery groaned, looking up at the prestigious brick building that was Manhattan High.
"First day of hell, you mean," I corrected.
"Oh, come on, guys! This'll be fun!" Specs said, excitedly, clutching his binders as if afraid someone would steal them.
As Skittery said, it was the first day of school, but it was worse than that. It was our first day at a new school.
Even though we live in our own house, the nuns take care of us. The house was donated to the orphanage, and since we never were adopted, the nuns are letting us live in the house, under the condition that they still monitor what school we go to, and what jobs we take.
Last year, our junior year, our school had a huge drug bust. Go figure it was Brooklyn High. So the nuns moved us to the nicer school in Manhattan. It was pretty clean, for a New York school.
So, today was out first day at a new school. Here we would meet new friends, new enemies, and new sucky teachers.
"Well, we can't get it over with until we start it," Mush said, logically, resituating his book bag, nervously.
He was right, but no one wanted to admit it. Giving a chorused sigh, we stepped through the front doors.
The main hallway was packed with people mulling about, catching up with old friends or, in the freshmen's case (and ours), trying to figure out where the heck they were.
I nearly died the instant I walked through the front door. The boys started chuckling, because they knew good and well what was going through my mind.
Small wonder M.H. is cleaner! The entire school was swarming with stereotypical preps. And, in my baggy camo man pants (with really cool studs on the sides), and my hooded boys' muscle shirt, not to mention my black high-tops, I was rather out of place amongst the girls.
"Shut up, Spot," I muttered, as a group of pink-clad girls walked by, giving me the Evil Eye, and giving Spot the Oh-My-Gosh-You're-So-Hot Eye.
"This should prove to be interesting," Kid Blink said with a grin, winking at a pretty blonde who giggled past. I rolled my eyes.
"Interesting for you, perhaps. Torture for me," I corrected. Jack grinned.
"That's what makes it interesting!" The boys laughed. The bell rang a second time, and the students retreated into their respective classrooms, leaving the thirteen of us in an empty hall.
"Come on, let's go to the office and get our schedules and books," Snitch said, finally shoving his hands in his pockets.
There was an awkward murmur of agreement, and we began walking down the hall, our footsteps echoing, loudly, in the silence, the door labeled 'office' looming ahead.
"Excuse me, sir," Specs said, politely, opening the door. The man he had addressed spun around. He was an older man, his hair and beard gray, and he didn't look very nice. In fact, he looked furious.
"What are you doing out of class?" he demanded, glaring whole-heartedly at us.
"Sir, we just need our—" Crutchy began, but the man cut him off.
"You should be in class!" Crutchy took a step back, cowering under the man's wrath. Angered, I stepped up to the plate.
"Now, hold on!" I exclaimed. "Don't bite his head off! We're just here to get our schedules, and we'll be on our way!" He stared at me, and I could see his anger building.
"How dare you address me!" he hissed, breathing heavily. I chuckled, sardonically.
"I can address you whenever I want!" I replied, coldly. "First amendment: freedom of speech."
Apparently, he had never learned his amendments, because in a flash, he had backhanded me across the face.
There was a shocked silence. My face stung where he had hit me. I reached a tentative hand to touch my cheek, and this action broke out pandemonium.
"How dare you touch her!" Jack hissed. Mush took me gently by the shoulders, pulling me back, thus allowing the boys more room.
"I have every right to touch her," the jerk said, matter-of-factly. Spot gave him a disgusted look.
"You won't lay a hand on her again, or I'll have the friggin' president on you!" he threatened. The man smirked at him, unperturbed.
"Empty threat."