Bitchy Evil Queen

Rick talked excitedly about Darian's, the school, on the whole way there. It wasn't far, compared to the one Kate went to before, just a couple of blocks, but it felt like an eternity to her. She hated first days, specially in the middle of the semester.

Kate's schedule matched most of Rick's. They'd have English, Maths, History, Physical Education and Literature together. he seemed to enjoy that, but she didn't. He talked too much and she wasn't in the mood to make new friends. All she wanted was to be on her own during that period of grief, as to be able to handle her emotions.

Her first class was Literature. Pros - she loved the subject and Rick had said the teacher was great; Cons - Rick was in it. Rick told her what room it was and stayed behind to grab his books from the locker.

As she entered the classroom, she noticed the other students staring at her, probably wondering who was the intruder. She tensed up, took a seat on the back of the room and started to scribble something on one of her new notebooks. On her previous school, she'd make sure the newbies felt comfortable, but here, they didn't seem to feel the same way.

Mrs. Diacovo, the literature teacher, came in with Rick by her side, both of them smiling, engaged in an interesting conversation. She looked kind of crazy, with a messy blonde bun and huge round glasses. 'What an ass-kisser' Kate thought and continued to draw on her notebook.

The lessons finally started, Mrs Diacovo wrote some stuff down on the board about 'Persuarder' by Lee Child, the book the class had been reading. But when she turned around to explain to the class, and Kate lifted her head from the notebook in front of her to pay attention to the teacher, Mrs. Diacovo saw her. Not only saw her, but stopped the whole speech she was giving about the book and stepped in front of her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Are you new?" Kate nodded. "Do we all know what this means?" the class went from quite to wild, as all the students started clapping their hands and saying in unison 'Interview!Interview!Interview!'

They were so noisy that the room sounded like the bleachers of a baseball game. What the heck was an interview? Were we going to watch one? What did it have to do with Kate being a newbie?

Kate looked,desperate, at Rick, who was sitting across of me. He was the only one not excited about that. He mouthed to her "I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you about that...", then, the teacher, who Kate definetely ruled out as crazy, grabbed her by the arm and only let go when she was close to the board, standing in front of everyone.

"Wh-What's going on?" she asked, only loud enough for the teacher to hear.

"Darling, today you have no right to ask anything. You will only answer." and to the class, she said. "So... Who's going to be the first?"

Only when Kate saw a bunch of hands in the air, as if needing permission to say something, she understood. She was going to be interviewed.

"Katherine Elizabeth Beckett, am I right?"

The crazy teacher signaled for her to sit, as she read the students list. Kate sighed, knowing what she was put up to and nodded.

"I'm Gloria." she put out a hand for Kate to shake, so she did. "I'll be your Literature teacher for the next semester. Do you like Literature?" Kate nodded."Good, good... Well this interview is a solidarity I pay for new students, because I know exactly how you feel. So, I give 15 minutes of my class for your new classmates to know better what you like or your opinion about something. If your interests match, then it's easier for them to come around and find a topic for a conversation."

Oh, finally some sense in all of that. Kate thought it was interesting, but at the same time, she didn't want to expose herself that much.

"Are you ready to start?" Kate shrugged. 'I don't have much of a choice, do I?' "Any doubts?" she shook her head. "Great, then. Let the game begin!" she said, excitedly. The evil look on her face scared Kate a bit.

Gloria pointed to a girl in the second row, who were glasses. "Katherine, I'm Andy. I'd like to know..What happened to your arm?"

She knew that would be the first question. How would she explain to the girl that a damn truck, whose driver was drunk had crashed again her mother's car and the airbag had smashed her arm?

"Car crash" she answered quietly and the girl's mouth opened in a small 'o', so did the others. The next question came from a blonde girl in the front row.

"I'm Caroline. Do you have any nicknames?"

"My friends call me either Kate, Becks or K-Becks. But they call me Kate more often."

A dark-skinned girl, with long black hair was next. She introduced herself as Lanie and asked what she liked to do on her free time.

"Well, I like to talk to my friends, have chocolate sundae on Mc Donald's, play the guitar, watch tv series, but I absolutely love reading!"

"Only a few more questions, guys. The period is almost over." the teacher called out.

A boy in the back asked "You're tall... Do you practice any sports?"

"I used to practice karate and kick-boxing." the boy looked at her in awe, and she couldn't help but notice that he had braces on and freckles on his face. She smiled.

Everyone started to talk, all at the same time. Was it really that cool that she knew how to fight? She rolled her eyes at them.

"Hey, probie? Why do you sound so frigid when you're talking? Did anyone die in that crash of yours or something?" Kate turned her head towards the voice, not believing her own ears. Her eyes filled with tears at the memory of her mother and brother. The redhead looked like one of those rich bitches that just don't know when to shut up. Was she mad because Kate was getting all of the attention?

"Meredith Stewart! OUT NOW!" the teacher yelled loudly enough to make the whole class shut up and look at her, not really sure why she was kicking the girl out until they saw Kate, who was pale and fighting back the tears. Now, not only for her mother, but because Rick had heard the question too. Gloria hadn't been the only one. She saw the girl, Meredith storm out of the room, and then, the teacher turned to her. "Darling, are you alright?" Kate nodded "You look a bit pale, though. Are you sure?"

"Yes" the bell rang. Lucky Kate! "Can I leave now?" her voice was harsh. She wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer.

"Sure." the teacher said, as Kate, herself, stormed out, on her way to the closest bathroom. "Make sure she's alright." she told Rick, who was even more worried.