Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Chapter Six - Meg

The principal was a frightening looking man in his mid forties. It was obvious he shaved his head, and a deep scar ran down from his for head into his eyebrow. He sat behind his large desk, his hands rifling through papers, my old school records. His eyes darting back and forth from me and the paper. After what seemed a life time he stopped, clasped his hands over each other and smiled at me.
“It seems you are quite the talented student, if you were a freshman here you’d be taking the advanced classes.”
I nodded in reply. The giant continued talking,
“Frankie, this school welcomes you and I’m sure you will find this a fun and educational experience.”
He stood up from his chair and handed my a sheet of A4 paper with my timetable on, showing my classes and room number, on the flip side was a map. I stood up and he shook my hand and showed me to the door,
“Now for the first few weeks we’ll be keeping a close eye on you, so I’ve appointed Meg over here to show you the ropes, she’s in all your classes, so you won’t be alone.”
I looked over to the seating area where the principal was pointing. A girl with brilliant red hair, striking green eyes, and slim frame stood up from her chair and walked over to me with a large grin, the principal gave me an encouraging nudge and I walked over to Meg and shook her hand,
“Hi, welcome to Sunset High!”
Her voice was as light and sunny and she looked, and before I could reply she began marching me to our home room. She was a great deal taller than me, around six foot, total model potential, well, maybe except the clothes, which don’t get me wrong, I though were cool, but not what you would call fashion cool. Her grey vest top was patterned with black skulls, and her jeans were baggier than me. She looked down at me and smiled,
“So you’re from England?”
“Yeah. It’s so much different over here.”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and guided me down the deserted hallway,
“I hope you’re ready Frankie, all those movies you see, it’s pretty much true.”
Before I got a chance to react, Meg pushed me into our Homeroom, where I was greeted by a swarm of smirking faces. She sat down at the front swiftly, and a small female teacher approached me, she looked rather bohemian,
“Ah, the new student I see, why don’t you just stand here,” she grabbed my arm and stood me in front of the white board, “and tell us about yourself.”
I stared back at the class, all of them watching me, there eyes burning into mine, I began to stammer, my nerves not being helped by the blond cheerleader chewing gum and tapping her fingers off the desk. Eventually, I took a deep breath and began to speak,
“I’m Frank,” I was cut off by a muscular boy with dark messy hair,
“Dude she’s English!” the group of boys he was sitting with gave a sinister laugh and started nodding there heads, whispering to each other. I rolled my eyes and turned to the teacher, she pointed over to a seat in the far left corner of the class and I quickly sat myself in it.
Just like in the movies, the teacher left the room, and again, just like in the movies, everyone turned to face me. Of course, I was stating at my desk, and did not realise the blonde chewing gum cheerleader, walking over to me. She stood above me, her hands on her bare hips, her teeth still chewing that incessant gum. She put a hand on the desk and leaned over me,
“So kid, what’s your story?”
I looked up to her, her tanned face right in mine; making me the most uncomfortable I had felt in the long time.
“Well?”
I shrugged and went back to staring at my hands, a wave of hushed voices echoed across the classroom, and a girls voice shouted over the class room,
“You just gonna let her ignore you Danni?”
The girl shouting was another cheerleader, a dark haired one. Five minutes into school, I had made enemies with the cheerleading squad already. The dark haired boy, obviously a jock, laughed with his jock friends, and the rest of the kids seemed to be joining in, except Meg, and the boy she was sitting with. Meg shook her head,
“Come on guys she’s knew, just leave her alone.”
Danni turned on her quickly,
“This isn’t your business fire crotch.”
The whole class did a joint “woo” and stared at Meg, who immediately shrunk and stared at her desk. I shook my head and leaned back in my chair. These people obviously didn’t know I hated bullying, and I had a bad habit of running my mouth,
“Are you always such a bitch, or just when you have thirty odd pairs of eyes on you? I don’t know why you’re so bothered about looking cool just for me, I’m sure all these people already know what a bitch you really are, so please, don’t put yourself out on my behalf, just go back to your chair and shut the fuck up.”
It was quieter than a graveyard.