I got to locker 708, and it looks smaller than everyone else's. Or it might just be me. The atmosphere was still noisy, and I saw a few people looking aimlessly around, so I'm guessing they're new, too. Jennifer Dane's name squirts into my brain again, and lucky enough, she hasn't shown up. Yes, this is how I am, thinking that everyone in the world is out to get me. I'm 14, and I'm hoping that one day I will outgrow it. I look at my purple rubber watch and notice that there was at least 15 more minutes before first period starts. Mum's been a sweetheart that she'd planned everything and settled my schedule so I needn't do everything myself today. My first period was English, one of my favorite subjects because, as clear as it is, I imagine a lot.
Things that are unlikely to happen or even possible are really not in my own personal dictionary. I twisted the combination of the silver locker and unzipped my bag, putting everything into it, grabbed my bottle and the English books, my pencil case, and closes it.
I'm getting color-blinded, everything that is in the hallway looks silver, grayish and dull. But then I realize I'm not, because I'm seeing the color of people's skin and clothes.
I was going to leave and find my own way to my class when someone with flowing honey-glazed blond hair and cheekbones that were to die for, blocked my way and walked right up to the locker next to mine.
She might be Jen.
She didn't acknowledge me or any sort, just twisted her locker which took her an approximate 0.5 seconds, and apply lip gloss and mascara, put everything back in, grab a granola bar - at least that makes us two, because I can't live without it - and yanks the locker shut. She turns around for a split second, facing me, with her not-so-friendly sinister smile she has, flips her hair back and walked opposite of my direction.
Wow, she's gorgeous.
In the midst of the split second she faced me - while I was blatantly standing there, watching her with my mouth agape and my legs glued - I caught a glimpse of what she really looked like. The eyes were not those really huge and scary ones, but beautiful average-sized ones, her nose was freckle-less and she looked like she did a nose job, and her lips were small and pinkish. Not to mention, it was shining and smelt of strawberries.
She was wearing this rad yellow beaded necklace that, surprisingly, did not crash with her pink vest with black top underneaththat showed a little skin, and had totally ditched pants and wore checkered skirts today. It was like a virtual 90210.
"Oh my gosh boo, you look HOT!" The piercing shriek made me come back to reality. I turned around and see that GG(Gorgeous Gal) was surrounded by, none other, than her clique.
She looked pleased by that comment and tried smiling with humility, and passed. "Thanks." I saw her mouth, and tug her Prada handbag closer to her arm and walked away, with her other hanger-ons walking behind her.
I guess I'd better start walking, too. With no help whatsoever, I found where my class was. Peeking into the small glass, I was grateful that there were at least 10 more seats vacant, which meant I was not late. A few people inside were taking books out, a few walking back and forth talking to their peers, and one was scribbling furiously on a notepad with her brows furrowed deep.
I walked in quietly, so I wouldn't attract attention. Found a vacant place that was not close to the teacher's desk and not at the very back, and placed my books up with my bottle of water, settled down, and glance around.
I wasn't getting used to anything, yet. But I'm glad no one's staring at me like I'm a vampire with no fangs or some weird creature that looked like Frankenstein's partner.
I flipped my thick English book and see if anything interests me. Nope, nothing.
English is going to be boring. We've read Romeo and Juliet during my last school, and so did we previewed Julius Caesar and the power corruption thing already. It was like last year was rolling back.
My previous school, St Mariae, was not the ideal place for me. I've been there since Grade One, and started having so many friends. You wouldn't believe it, but I was one of the most outspoken person in the whole school. (I use school because the compound of the school was so boring.) Until one day, everything just reversed. I lost loads of friends as I stepped to Grade 7, which was last year, and that had made my life just horrible.
I decided I wanted to break free, and start over. Because I had zilch idea why everything just revolved into some weird situation I couldn't lay my hands on anymore. Nobody hung out with me, when everyone was with me every other day, and nobody sat with me during Lunch time, when everyone from every class used to.
Nobody gossiped to me, instead, I was being badtalked by all my closest friends. Well, they were. They never invited me to their sleepovers or parties anymore, and the worst part is, my best friend, Wendy, was with another person and left me alone in the dark. For a while, I mean. We soon got together again, but it didn't feel the same.
All the newcomers that enrolled last year didn't look at me like who I was, instead they labeled me and OUTCAST, MISFIT, you name it. My close friends didn't back me up, instead, they agreed. They've known me for my entire school life, and they break my trust in one minute.
Mum, being as loving as she is, finally got enough of my ranting and complaints that she found out Zelcosh High and enrolled me in without my notice. Then, she told me.
I was a little worried, because I might be just being paranoid. And then I was thrilled, because I could break free. And then I was anxious, because I might be labeled like this, once again.
"Good morning." A tall, slender, 30-something woman clad in black boots and an elegant flowery dress stepped into the class, shushing everyone.
I looked around again, and realized everyone was in their seats. I've been daydreaming that long. "My name is, for all you who's been here last year, Ms. Catt." she introduced, her short hair bobbing.
She looked like she could work in a runway, except that her make-up is overdone. "For the newcomers, which we have two today, are very welcomed."
Oh no, I'm shaking. She's going to ask the newcomers a.k.a me, to stand up and introduce ourselves.
"The newcomers, would you mind standing up and introducing yourselves?"
Aaaargh.
Everyone was looking at me or another girl which I recognized from the office, Mary Becka.
A few people snickered but Ms.Catt politely smiled to indicate that it's going to be alright and I'm not in a big puddle of hot boiling water.
I hesitantly stood up while the other girl, whose smile disappeared, followed my lead. She was sitting on the third lane, which was pretty far from me. Which made me shake more.
"Now, what's your name?" Ms. Catt acknowledges me. My hand twists around my shirt and my stomach was tying knots.
Oh Delia, can't you just say your name?
"My name is Delia." I said softly, afraid that my name would shock somebody.
"Mhhm." She prodded. Hypothesis one: shocking somebody with my name, is false. It did NOT shock anybody, but everyone was tuning in and not a single giggle was heard.
"And I live somewhere in Bulberry Street. I'm a Chinese American - or American Chinese - and I love Chinese take-outs."
The whole class bursts into fits of laughter.
I blushed and sat back down, while Ms. Catt stood speechless. "Uh-okay, now, for you, dear?" she turns to Mary Becka.
Mary Becka looked calm. She has straight brownish hair, nice features, and hazel-colored eyes. She's pretty, and I could tell she was friendly.
"Hey," she adds a pinch too much of enthusiasm in her tone, "I'm Mary Becka. People call me Becks, because Mary is too common. You could still call me Mary, I have no restrictions." And then, for the final touch, she smiles her straight pegs and winks before sitting down with her skirt floating up for one second.
The whole class went quiet before landing into all kinds of chatter. Before long, a few guys went up to Becka and started shaking hands with her while I sit there, watching like a hawk.
Things that are unlikely to happen or even possible are really not in my own personal dictionary. I twisted the combination of the silver locker and unzipped my bag, putting everything into it, grabbed my bottle and the English books, my pencil case, and closes it.
I'm getting color-blinded, everything that is in the hallway looks silver, grayish and dull. But then I realize I'm not, because I'm seeing the color of people's skin and clothes.
I was going to leave and find my own way to my class when someone with flowing honey-glazed blond hair and cheekbones that were to die for, blocked my way and walked right up to the locker next to mine.
She might be Jen.
She didn't acknowledge me or any sort, just twisted her locker which took her an approximate 0.5 seconds, and apply lip gloss and mascara, put everything back in, grab a granola bar - at least that makes us two, because I can't live without it - and yanks the locker shut. She turns around for a split second, facing me, with her not-so-friendly sinister smile she has, flips her hair back and walked opposite of my direction.
Wow, she's gorgeous.
In the midst of the split second she faced me - while I was blatantly standing there, watching her with my mouth agape and my legs glued - I caught a glimpse of what she really looked like. The eyes were not those really huge and scary ones, but beautiful average-sized ones, her nose was freckle-less and she looked like she did a nose job, and her lips were small and pinkish. Not to mention, it was shining and smelt of strawberries.
She was wearing this rad yellow beaded necklace that, surprisingly, did not crash with her pink vest with black top underneaththat showed a little skin, and had totally ditched pants and wore checkered skirts today. It was like a virtual 90210.
"Oh my gosh boo, you look HOT!" The piercing shriek made me come back to reality. I turned around and see that GG(Gorgeous Gal) was surrounded by, none other, than her clique.
She looked pleased by that comment and tried smiling with humility, and passed. "Thanks." I saw her mouth, and tug her Prada handbag closer to her arm and walked away, with her other hanger-ons walking behind her.
I guess I'd better start walking, too. With no help whatsoever, I found where my class was. Peeking into the small glass, I was grateful that there were at least 10 more seats vacant, which meant I was not late. A few people inside were taking books out, a few walking back and forth talking to their peers, and one was scribbling furiously on a notepad with her brows furrowed deep.
I walked in quietly, so I wouldn't attract attention. Found a vacant place that was not close to the teacher's desk and not at the very back, and placed my books up with my bottle of water, settled down, and glance around.
I wasn't getting used to anything, yet. But I'm glad no one's staring at me like I'm a vampire with no fangs or some weird creature that looked like Frankenstein's partner.
I flipped my thick English book and see if anything interests me. Nope, nothing.
English is going to be boring. We've read Romeo and Juliet during my last school, and so did we previewed Julius Caesar and the power corruption thing already. It was like last year was rolling back.
My previous school, St Mariae, was not the ideal place for me. I've been there since Grade One, and started having so many friends. You wouldn't believe it, but I was one of the most outspoken person in the whole school. (I use school because the compound of the school was so boring.) Until one day, everything just reversed. I lost loads of friends as I stepped to Grade 7, which was last year, and that had made my life just horrible.
I decided I wanted to break free, and start over. Because I had zilch idea why everything just revolved into some weird situation I couldn't lay my hands on anymore. Nobody hung out with me, when everyone was with me every other day, and nobody sat with me during Lunch time, when everyone from every class used to.
Nobody gossiped to me, instead, I was being badtalked by all my closest friends. Well, they were. They never invited me to their sleepovers or parties anymore, and the worst part is, my best friend, Wendy, was with another person and left me alone in the dark. For a while, I mean. We soon got together again, but it didn't feel the same.
All the newcomers that enrolled last year didn't look at me like who I was, instead they labeled me and OUTCAST, MISFIT, you name it. My close friends didn't back me up, instead, they agreed. They've known me for my entire school life, and they break my trust in one minute.
Mum, being as loving as she is, finally got enough of my ranting and complaints that she found out Zelcosh High and enrolled me in without my notice. Then, she told me.
I was a little worried, because I might be just being paranoid. And then I was thrilled, because I could break free. And then I was anxious, because I might be labeled like this, once again.
"Good morning." A tall, slender, 30-something woman clad in black boots and an elegant flowery dress stepped into the class, shushing everyone.
I looked around again, and realized everyone was in their seats. I've been daydreaming that long. "My name is, for all you who's been here last year, Ms. Catt." she introduced, her short hair bobbing.
She looked like she could work in a runway, except that her make-up is overdone. "For the newcomers, which we have two today, are very welcomed."
Oh no, I'm shaking. She's going to ask the newcomers a.k.a me, to stand up and introduce ourselves.
"The newcomers, would you mind standing up and introducing yourselves?"
Aaaargh.
Everyone was looking at me or another girl which I recognized from the office, Mary Becka.
A few people snickered but Ms.Catt politely smiled to indicate that it's going to be alright and I'm not in a big puddle of hot boiling water.
I hesitantly stood up while the other girl, whose smile disappeared, followed my lead. She was sitting on the third lane, which was pretty far from me. Which made me shake more.
"Now, what's your name?" Ms. Catt acknowledges me. My hand twists around my shirt and my stomach was tying knots.
Oh Delia, can't you just say your name?
"My name is Delia." I said softly, afraid that my name would shock somebody.
"Mhhm." She prodded. Hypothesis one: shocking somebody with my name, is false. It did NOT shock anybody, but everyone was tuning in and not a single giggle was heard.
"And I live somewhere in Bulberry Street. I'm a Chinese American - or American Chinese - and I love Chinese take-outs."
The whole class bursts into fits of laughter.
I blushed and sat back down, while Ms. Catt stood speechless. "Uh-okay, now, for you, dear?" she turns to Mary Becka.
Mary Becka looked calm. She has straight brownish hair, nice features, and hazel-colored eyes. She's pretty, and I could tell she was friendly.
"Hey," she adds a pinch too much of enthusiasm in her tone, "I'm Mary Becka. People call me Becks, because Mary is too common. You could still call me Mary, I have no restrictions." And then, for the final touch, she smiles her straight pegs and winks before sitting down with her skirt floating up for one second.
The whole class went quiet before landing into all kinds of chatter. Before long, a few guys went up to Becka and started shaking hands with her while I sit there, watching like a hawk.
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