My fingers fumble through my hair as I search for any missed mash potato bits in my bathroom mirror. I sigh quietly and grip the hairdryer which begins to toss my brown locks around.
As my hair slowly dries I think back to what started this mess in the first place.
I glance around the cafeteria anxiously. Today all the tables are full and most of the chairs are taken. My eyes lock with Mr Perfect and he gives me a signal to come over and sit with the trio, however I ignore his look and pretend I hadn't even noticed at all.
I shuffle out of the cafeteria quietly and sit down on the bench near my dad's history classroom. I hear the clatter of plates from the cafeteria and the soft clip, clop in the hallway. I gaze behind me to find The Bulldozer in a Pink Sweater coming towards me. Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as if lasers will shoot me.
My eyes travel with her until she stands in front of me.
"Don't go near my boyfriend, okay?" she says.
"I'm sorry, but I-" I began.
"I said not to, okay, no but's. I know what you were doing."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. But-"
"No sorry. Oh, I almost forgot, here's your punishment for trying to steal him." She says smirking now.
"I wasn't-" but was interrupted again this time by her smashing mash potato into my face and mushing it into my hair.
"Next time it'll be worse." She hisses strutting back towards the cafeteria.
With my hair now completely dry I walk from bedroom to the lounge where my Dad and Auggie are watching TV.
"Riley, are you okay you seem a little upset." my Dad asks.
I turn towards him and say, "Yeah I'm alright." I give him a reassuring smile and plonk myself down next to Auggie.
I lean into the couch snuggling into one of the pillows and bringing my knees to my chest. Tomorrow I don't have to worry about tests or who to sit with at lunch. Tomorrow is the weekend and I can finally relax.
Oh boy was I wrong! It all started when my mother told me to get up and do something during the weekend for once instead of staying curled up in my room. I agreed only because I would never win this battle against my mother.
So I left the house clutching my journal to my chest and made my way to Svorski's bakery.
When I arrived I sat in my usual booth in the corner. I started writing amongst the people, not bothering to look up as people came and left. My mind drifted over towards Friday…
The Bulldozer in the Pink Sweater
She walks through the doors knocking down anyone who is in her path. She claws her way to the top of the social pyramid and steps on anyone who tries to achieve the same goal.
She tells you to grow up, thinking she already has. What she fails to understand is that growing up isn't about dating before she's ready, fake tans and faces caked with make-up.
Growing up is an experience, it is when you learn to be responsible, reliable and mature. It is when you have finally found yourself and you know who you are. When you learn to understand yourself and the others around you. It's putting others needs before your own.
She has misjudged what it really mea-
My journal is ripped from my clutches and into the hands of none other than The Bulldozer herself.
"And what do we have here." She teases waving my book just above my head.
"Hey! Give it back!" I wail reaching to grab it, but she wrenches it out of my reach.
She smirks and snaps her eyes towards the page reading over the words. Her expression jumps from amusement to fury.
"EXCUSE ME! HOW DARE YOU WRITE SUCH AWFUL WORDS ABOUT ME! Fake tan! Caked make-up! You are going to regret every word you have ever put to paper!" she shrieks.
Her bony fingers grip the page and with incredible force she tears the pages away. Each page falls to the floor slowly, one by one. Soundlessly tears begin to spill down my cheeks as each master piece and thought is ripped away.
Before she could do any more damage a voice calls out for her to stops. I can hear an argument begin over my head, but all I can think about is the ruined fragments of my work spread all over the floor.
"Missy, just lay off the girl! She is allowed to write whatever she wants." A girl exclaims. I glance up and see a stream of blonde hair and immediately recognize her. The girl with the long blonde hair.
"It's complete rubbish. Like you would know, you've never even read it. She never leaves without it." Missy replies.
"Well, let's find out." I can hear two masculine voices say. The Genius and Mr Perfect.
My heart thumps in my chest. What will they think when they have seen what I have written? I stretch to reach the pages but the blonde girl swoops in just before I get the chance. She grips the pages and hands some to the others and they begin to read aloud.
"The girl with the long blonde hair," The Genius begins.
"The Genius," Mr Perfect starts once the Genius has finished.
"Mr Perfect," The girl reads after Mr Perfect ended.
I glance up at them and I see shock registered on their faces. What have I done?
A/N: I feel so bad. I can't even explain myself. I haven't written anything for what feels like a decade. I am so sorry.
I've been so lazy, I've been putting off writing another chapter for like months. I hope I can be forgiven. I will promise you another chapter soon. I'm gonna sort out a new schedule so that hopefully I can post a chapter once a week.
I'm so sorry. Please review and don't feel bad if you wanna say something awful I'll take it, I've been that bad at posting new chapters.