The orange trucked pulled in at a parking space. Both girls emerged. Bella in jeans, top and jumper. How boring thought Amelle. Leave an impression, get people talking. Live for the shock factor was Amelle's thoughts when she dressed herself. She wore black ankle boots, bare legs up until you came to a baggy white t-shirt. The t-shirt was clearly sizes to big from Amelle, but then it was clear she was passing it off as a dress. The white top was plain but had a big purple and yellow design in the center of it. Amelle wore black fingerless gloves and a clip in black flower in her hair to complete the look. Dark steel eye make up contrasted against her bright red lipstick which matched her hair. She puffed up her hair before walking away from the car. She walked behind Bella, but she was about a metre and a half behind, She was following Bella but she made it look like she wasn't. Everybody stared at her. 'Who is she?' was all Amelle heard as she walked past people. She looked at no-one just kept her eye sight ahead of her and walked after Bella.
During second period, Biology, Amelle asked to go to the toilet, she was allowed. Amelle left her class with her bag in her hand. She walked down the corridor and out of the main door. She went to the steps at the main entrance to the school and entered her bag. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and took on out. She took out a lighter from her bag also, lit the cigarette and took a draw. The packet and lighter returned to the bag and she took another drag. She scanned the surroundings. She was not impressed by the visuals she saw. It may be quiet and relaxed her but the town looked liked like a right mess. The dull buildings matched the sky. Sometimes you couldn't make out when a building stopped and the sky started. They camouflaged together. She wanted to spice the town up. Paint the buildings bright colours, it may bring cheer to the gloom citizens. The cigarette was almost smoked by this point. Only a couple more puffs and she would have to stub it out. She thought about Bella and why she went all quiet the night before. After the nail polish situation Bella rarely made communication of any form with Amelle and went to bed early claiming to have a sore head. Which left Amelle sit in silence as Charlie read a book. She enjoyed the silence, she was relaxed and composed for most of it. But her past haunted her thoughts. They ruined her calm mood. Worry and guilt took over her mind and she kept trying to push the emotions out. But they would return stronger. The secrets and memories of her once fun-filed party life were back in her head. She tried going to sleep to push them out but the didn't go. When they eventually did dissolve she blamed the thoughts returning on Bella for not interacting with her, though deep down she knew it was her own fault. But that still didn't explain Bella and her attitude and behaviour. The cigarette was finished now. Amelle stood up, threw the beefed ciagrette out and violently stomped on it. She shimmied her foot from side to side, not lifting her foot. Making sure the cigarette was done. dead and gone. Like others she had once known.
She walked down the hallway, humming to herself. She walked slowly, She reached double doors which had a push sign on them. She was about to push when she saw through the small window, in the reflection someone was watching her. A boy. A teenage boy. She turned and faced the boy. He was tall and had an unusual blond almost bronze colour of hair. His skin was very pale, so pale he looked like he was frozen. His features were angular, almost perfect. He had high cheeks bones, a very strong jawline, a straight but cute nose and gorgeous full lips. He was beautiful. But beauty doesn't cut it. She wasn't just about to forget that he was watching her. But watching someone wasn't a crime or even necessarily bad so Amelle played it cool.
'Enjoy the show?' She walked steps towards the boy.
He didn't smile, he didn't do anything.
'I saw you watching me. Don't try and deny it. I caught you.'
Still he didn't not budge, could he even see her? Was he even there?
'It's OK. I don't mind, I just wondered why.' She took a few steps back. Still nothing. Amelle gave up and turned away. She looked in the reflection and saw the boy still staring. She pushed the door and walked through it. She kept walking but curiosity got the better of her. She dropped her bag and the turned to pick it up. As she turned she looked through the small window. He was still watching her. She looked the the group as she picked up her bag. She looked at the window once more. This time however, the boy was walking in the opposite direction from her. All Amelle saw was his back walking away from him. She reluctantly went back to class. She took her seat and copied her notes. Amelle tried to pay attention but couldn't stop thinking of that boy.
He was beautiful but who was he and why was he staring at her?