We walked in silence to my locker. It was beside a water fountain. I guessed people were passing around there a lot. Great locker. I stuffed all of my books in my locker and only kept the books of my first two classes. I had Physics, and Math. The worst classes were one after another.
I grabbed my backpack, not looking up from my schedule. "Where are my classes?" I whispered to Frank who was watching me closely. He smiled and gestured me to walk before him. I did, but he was slow so he couldn't keep up. I felt two hands grab my shoulders gently while I was staring behind me at Frank. It was a jock.
He smiled like the idiot he was. "Hey." I raised an eyebrow the same way I had to the four girls earlier. "What's your name?"
I glared at him. "Oh my gosh, I forgot my name. You are just so charming that I lost my conscience" I joked. He smiled until he understood I was making fun of him. Frank stood next to me nervously trying not to stare at the jock much.
The jock guy faked a laugh for everyone to hear. "Really, what's your name?" He seemed to be really serious. He was speaking through gritted teeth.
I looked at the ceiling as if I were dumb. "Name, name, name. I have many names. Which one do you want?" I smiled, and batted my eyelashes playfully. He eyed Frank.
"Hey Frunk, you going out with this babe?" He pointed at me as if I weren't aware he was speaking of me. Maybe he was dumb and believed my whole dumb girl scene.
I made a face. "Frunk?"
Frank looked up at me with a poignant expression. "Mix between Frank and punk." He continued looking at the ground.
The jock walked away laughing. I already hated the guy, and didn't know him. He wasn't even attractive. He was the kind of guy you saw winning over babes in stupid movies like Mean Girls. The bell finally rung, and everyone dashed into their classrooms. Frank placed me in front of a room.
"This is Physics. Got to go." He waved as he ran to his next class. He was far away, and I could hear him gasping for air. He needed to work out.
I entered the classroom of doom.
The classroom in itself seemed harmless. The people were also very harmless. Well, duh it's Pleasantville. I sat in the only seat available. It was next to a boy with black hair, and freckles. He looked like a mama's boy. How sad.
He looked at me stunned. "H-Hi." I placed my backpack on the floor, and sat up straight.
"Hey."
His face was the same shade of red it had turned when I first entered. He seemed nice enough, but still he stared too much.
The teacher was a boring man, with no hair in the middle of his head. Huge spectacles covered his eyes, and he had no ring on his ring finger. Poor old bastard, he wasn't married.
The classes were pretty much the same; everyone stared. Everyone was lame, and every time I changed a class Frank would already be outside to guide me. He was growing on me already only after a day. Everyone at lunch were either staring at me, or talking about their weekends.
The whole day was exhausting. Listening to girls' murmurs, boys undressing me with their eyes, and teachers welcoming me. My body ached to get Martha's so I could change my clothes; the uniform was painful. Frank was very eager with me, like he never had had a friend before. It was heartwarming.
On the bus back home, everyone was staring at me with hope. I could tell many of the jocks wanted me to sit with them. Sadly for them, I had a date with Frank. Not a real date, but whatever. Everyone huffed in offense when I sat next to Frank again. It was getting annoying how they hadn't understood I had no intention of becoming them already.
The next morning was a Saturday, and I was suddenly thankful for Vanity's quick moving skills. If we had moved later maybe I would have endured a whole week of school. The sun was burning on my cheeks; because I had left the curtains open the night before. I shut the curtains and lay back down trying to cover my face with my new pink sheets.
"Celeste!" Martha reminded me of Vanity somehow. I noticed how I hadn't seen Vanity the night before. I groaned as I made my way out of bed.
Walking down the steps I spotted Martha with a stern expression. "Are you planning to sleep all day?"
I raised an eyebrow in perplexity. "What do you mean?" I pulled my long blonde hair into a ponytail. Martha was wearing jeans, a blouse, and a pair of nice shoes. They were Pleasantville shoes, for sure.
Martha narrowed her eyes at me. "It's 12:00 o'clock. At what time were you thinking about waking up?" She was furious, and sadly it made me so merry to see her that way.
I fought back a smile. "Right about now" I teased, as I walked back upstairs. I heard her take a step on the stairs.
"I do not take care of negligent infants." I noticed where Vanity had gotten her charm. Vanity and Martha were very much alike in so many devastating ways. It was the whole reason why they didn't get along with each other.
I rolled my eyes still walking upstairs. "Yeah, yeah." I locked myself in my room, and took a nice long shower. The water had been running hot for a while so I decided to exit. I got dressed in a comfortable short skirt, a t-shirt, and converse. I wore my blonde hair down trying to keep the sun off of my skin.
Martha was downstairs cooking, when I tiptoed my way out. I knew if she saw me, she would have attacked me with questions. When I was at the door I darted outward far enough for her not to see. I walked down the streets of the neighborhood trying to elude reality. I wanted it to be at night so badly. I missed the moon that I could see so clearly.
I saw a lot of Pleasatnvillians passing me by, and staring as if I had a piece of lettuce on me teeth. I glared at them, and just walked around without knowing where I was going. I ended up at an empty baseball park. It seemed to have been abandoned long before. The park was hardly visible from the street. It was exactly what I needed whenever I wanted to escape the Martha and Vanity. They were a team now, they deserved a team name . . . the Tormentors. I liked that one; it would come in handy.