New week of school.
I also hated Monday's.
Half way to my locker, I heard a voice call out my name, "Cassandra, can you come in here please?" It was the principal's office.
My first thought was, oh shit, what did I do now? See, I was always in trouble for punching people or kicking them where I felt they deserved it. It wasn't my fault, they were asking for it! I tried to figure out what I did to make them want me in the Principal's office.
guy with curly hair, a pair of crutches and a wisp of a goatee is all that was standing there. He looked surprised.
Urgh, here we go again.
The Principal turned to face me as I walked in, one of those pleasant smiles plastered onto her face, "Ah, Cassandra, this is Tyrone. He's new here and I would love it if you showed him around." She said expectantly.
I sighed, not this again. Crossing my arms, "Fine".
She pursed her lips but thankfully didn't comment on my tone, "Cassandra, make sure he feels welcome." She called after me when I left the room.
The guy -Tyrone- followed me as I walked back up the hall.
"So, do you always get these jobs?" Tyrone asked curiously,
I made a funny face, "yes, they think it will help me make some friends." I turned around and stopped when we reach the door.
I faced him, "let me get this straight. I will show you around but I don't need any friends." I stalked in and scowled at Lana (the bully) and Ruby (her sidekick). I took up my normal seat in the back as Tyrone came in (he didn't walk as he used the crutches).
Mrs Lynch, our homeroom teacher, introduced him and asked us to make him feel welcome.
But the reaction of the class was the same as it was when I was introduced, scowling and disgusted faces. I just sat there, completely surprised; he'd seemed like the kind of guy they'd want in their clique. He just smiled at their looks, and when the teacher dismissed him walked (let's say he walked not limped because he didn't look like he actually did limp) over to the seat next to me.
To the shock of the class, and to my own frustration, he plonked himself on the seat next to me.
Shooting a glare at him, "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.
He faced straight forward, "Sitting?"
I had no answer to that, letting out an angry huff of air I placed my elbow on his knuckles and dug in.
Nobody wanted me as a friend.
I never wanted anybody as a friend.
