I walked bravely into school. My new school. To endure yet another year of learning and probably a whole lot of drama. I didn't fit in. I saw all the girls. Preps. That was the very first word that came to mind after seeing them. It was in the girls bathroom before school was about to start. They were all wearing at least one thing pink and every single girl was either applying her lip gloss or fixing her friend's make-up. It was disturbing. I hid in the stall until they all left - or at least until I THOUGHT they all left. I came out only to face the girliest one out of them all.
She had silky straight blonde hair. She wore a plaid sweater in pink, a solid black skirt, pink flats. She had on almost a million layers of lip gloss on - I could only tell because she was in the girls bathroom for so long. Her lips were practically stained pink because of it. I concentrated on her face for a while. Her glossy lips in a sour pucker, her blue shimmering eyes glaring straight at me.
She stared at me with a sense of burning fury in her expression. The last thing I needed here was drama. I simply stumbled out of the bathroom. As I held the handle of the door, I looked back, she was now gritting her teeth. I could tell she disliked me. I wasn't one of 'them'.
Everyone stared at me. As if compared to them I was a freak. I had my black straight hair teased up. I had some patches and streaks of platinum blonde in it though. I put a black and white checkered mini-bow to the side of it. I was wearing heavy, black, glittery eyeliner and heavy bright yellow eyeshadow. I wore one light layer of cherry chapstick. I wore a yellow v-neck t-shirt, some neon orange ripped up skinnies, and neon green lowtop converse. I only had one unusual piercing and that was my angel bites.
Was I actually so freaky? I didn't think so. The bell rung, I walked on to my homeroom. I saw one girl just sitting alone with her desk in a corner. She mumbled to herself while writing something. I went closer to her.
Her dark brown hair was silky straight like the other girl's hair. Only she had straight-across bangs. And her hair was shorter by 2 or 3 inches. She had a single black streak in the back of her hair. She wore a long sleeved black v-neck shirt, black ripped skinnies with black fishnets under, and black lowtop converse. She sensed my presence and turned around to see me. She only wore heavy black eyeliner and eyeshadow. Her eyes were almost entirely covered by her bangs.
"Hi," she said in a bored, dull tone. She quickly snatched her paper - which she saw me looking at - and clutched it tightly to her chest with the rest of her books.
This is Ali here who has to go get her hot-pocket out of the microwave!
Peaucee! *Click*
Author's Note: This is my first story so please don't be TOO harsh in the BBS, but please tell me what I can do better! Thanks!
