"You're late," the teacher said . The name plaque on her desk said Mrs. carly. Why did she have a first name fr her last name?
"New student," I shot back. I waved my note in her face.
"Obviously," she replied. She pointed to an empty desk in the center of the overly crowded room.
"What? Did your vocal chords sporadically stop working?" I asked sarcastically. If you haven't noticed already, I have a slight tendency to reject authority.
"Sit. Now," she shouted. I made my way over to the desk and sat down. The rest of my student/inmates laughed.
"Grrr. Rip my head off, why don't you," I muttered under my breath. The girl next to me heard and giggled.
"I like the way you act. Very rebellious," she smiled as she said it. I got a good ook at her. Her brown hair was cut short. It had choppy layers that were dyed in streaks of blonde and purple. The back was spiked p with gel. Kinda like Sasuke off that japanese show that all the nerds watch. (Nerds, don't take this personally, I watch it too.) Her makeup was dark and heavily applied, just like mine. She wore a pinstripe miniskirt with a pair of suspenders that criss-crossed over her back and came straight over her purple tank top. A pair of fishnet stockngs covered her legs and dissappeared imto a pair of knee high black converse. I have to admit. I liked her style.
"Thanks. I like your hair. Mine's starting to fade," I commented back. It was a lame comment, but no one in any of my schools ever talked to me, let alone comment me. I wasn't used to cenversation.
"Where do you get your hair done?" she asked.
"I did it myself in my bathroom at the beginning of the summer. I haven't found a good salon."
"Cool. I suggest going to salon Spiral on Main Street. They cater to more...alternative personnel. That's where I get my hair done."
"Thanks. I'll try there."
"Annika! Phoebe! Quiet!" Mrs. I Have A Messed Up Last Name shouted. The announcments drowned her out.
"I go by Anni!" I shouted back. So her name was Phoebe. I do believe that I have made my first friend...EVER!
"Shut up you old hag!" Phoebe shouted.
"Phoebe! Annika! To the Principal's office! Now!" Mrs. Carly shouted.
"It's ANNI!!!" I corrected her rather loudly as I grabbed my crap to leave. Phoebe followed suit.
"Canned on the first day. A personal best!" Phoebe bragged as we made our way to the front of the school.
"Same here. Too bad my Grandma's gonna have my ass for it," I moaned. She laughed.
"Yeah, my mom's going to shit a cow. Again,"
"I'll find a way to..." I began. I didn't finish. I felt a sudden chill go down my back, and I stopped in the middle of the hallway. There way a guy staring at me from down the hallway. he looked about the same age a me and he was obviously a student at this school. His eyes burn gold and they shot through my soul. His onyx black locks framed his face and nearly touched his shoulders. Silver streaks ran through it and gave his face a scary aura. He was donned in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black band tee . Studs and Jewelry spotted his outfit. He had a single lip ring at the left side of his mouth. All in all, he was the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen in my sixteen and two weeks of life.
"Who is that?" I asked when I finally found my voice.
"Shane Coleman. hottest guy in existence. Even the preps want him. He's kinda weird though. He kinda has that whole lone wolf thing going on. What about him?" Phoebe asked.
"I feel as though he's reading my soul," I shakily said.
"Probably are. He stares at people. Not only girls. Everybody."
"Weird."
"Yeah. Now come on before Prin-See-Pal get's mad," Phoebe laughed.
I'm still not exactly sure when my life got this exciting, but I can't say that I don't like it. I've got a friend...WOW. But moreover, there's something weird about that Shane kid. I think I've seen him before, but where? I'm not exactly sure, but I have a feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that things are going to get interesting.
