Chapter 3: Alice
30 Minutes in a blink of an eye.
30 Minutes to alter our lives.
30 Minutes of to make up my mind.
30 minutes to finally decide.
Why oh why did I choose to wear that fat American's clothes when I should've asked Yue or Ivanna? Fuck, I could have even asked Elizaveta or my personal slave, Colletta (Seychelles). I walked down the hallway, books in one hand and other trying to keep the shorts up. I was almost to my AP English III class when I spotted Francine by the water fountain. Oh great. Just another wonderful thing to add to this wonderful day. Please note my sarcasm.
"Bonjour!" The French girl shouted over at me. I winced and tried to ignore her.
"Alice, where are you going?" Francine shouted even louder. My walk to class turned into a sprint to class, making myself a hypocrite for getting mad at Emily for running. I could hear Francine behind me, so I turned and hid by the vending machine, hoping I'd lost her. I took a deep breath and looked down.
"Bonjour," the voice said in her usual seductive accent. I nearly jumped out of my skin and dropped my books, as well as the shorts. I quickly pulled them up and tried tightening them more, even though the strings were nearly ripped from tightening so much.
"You bloody French bitch! You scared the crap out of me!" I shouted at her. Just then, I heard the bell ring. At that moment I gave up and fell to my knees. This had to have been one of the worse days of my life. First, Abigail steals my uniform and sleeps in, causing us both to be late. Second, I had to wear a huge Gym suit to keep me from getting kicked from the Academy. And third, I was stalked by my worst enemy, the French bitch that stood next to me.
"I apologize, ," Francine replied to me, kneeling down to help pick up the books.
"What do you want anyways?" I asked coldly. She ignored my tone and answered calmly, "My brother wants to know why you don't visit him anymore." I blinked. Francis? That French bastard was curious on why I don't visit his dumb mansion anymore? That annoying twit.
"Why would I visit your dumb French family? All of you are bloody idiots," I answered, picking up the last of the books. Before I could walk away, she grabbed my shoulder.
"Because, , you are good company, oui? And my brother seems to really like you," Her voice was very sweet but had a cold, harsh feeling to it. Why would that French bastard like me? Every time I go there, it ends in a fight.
"Well sorry, but I have better things to do other than hang out with you idiots," Each word came out loud and sharp. Francine's long nails dug into my shoulder, pinching through my gym shirt. I winced in pain, curious as to why she would tighten her grip so fast.
"Call us what you may, Ms. Alice, but remember our little deal. Or your life will be hell thanks to moi."
I bit my lip furiously. I had forgotten my deal with the Bonnefoy's. Oi, why did I even trust those…those twits?
"Well if you don't mind, I'd like to get to class," I told Francine, ignoring her threat. She remained quiet behind me as I swiftly returned to my class room.
I could tell that the teacher noticed my absence due to the cold aura in the room. Feeling the students eyes on me, I headed to my desk next to Roderich. Roderich wasn't really a close friend of mine, just someone I'd occasionally chat with one days where classwork got boring or I finished too early. Turns out that he is Austrian and plays the piano. Quite an intelligent fellow, I must say.
"Now would the exchange students please come see me for a moment," I heard the teacher shout. I must have missed their introductions. I swear, I'll kill you Francine! About 3 students stood up, one had long, beautiful black hair that fell to bellow her waist. In her long hair was a single pink flower. Another, a male that resembled Yue a bit who had a bit of a stern face. And lastly, young male who wore glasses, but had a bit darker skin.
"Kaoru," the teacher motioned for the stern faced Asian, who apparently was named Kaoru, to approach him closer. Kaoru walked up to him, and received what looked to have been an English-Chinese translation guide. Had he not been able to understand English?
The teacher gave the other two students, who turned out to be Mei Mei and Narrin, some pretty Taiwanese girl and a Thai boy who looked very quiet, their locker numbers (I could tell by the green small slips of paper).
"K̄hxbkhuṇ," Narrin said as the other 2 nodded. I moved my gaze back to the clock, thinking, 'when will class finally end?'
Later that day I went looking for Emily. 'Where is that twit?' I thought to myself as I searched the long and yet crowded corridors of the High School. One foot after the other I nearly ran down the hall to find her.
Beeeep Beeeep Beeeeep
Crap! 1 minute warning bell! Now going into a full sprint I dashed through each hall, making sure to look over my shoulder every once in a while to try to find that short blonde hair and chubby body.
I heard giggling from ahead. Wait! That was Emily's giggle! I finally found her—BOOM.
"Watch where you're going," growled a deep voice from above. Obviously, it wasn't Emily. It was her worst enemy, as well as my own.