Nothing left to lose

And classes begin

The train pulls up to the Windslow station and we all rise from the uncomfortable blue and green train seats the make the 2 minute walk to Rosemary Hill High School. Here we go. My eyes follow Nia's path hoping she'll fall down and her boobs will deflate underneath her leaving her with droopy saggy skin. What a gross image. Unfortunately she doesn't and makes it over to Britney and Jasmine all fine (they take a different bus and train to Nia and Lea)
"What are you gawking at dumbass?" Jasmine snickers glaring in my direction. I walk away. Retaliation is not always the answer, especially for little things like that.
Ding ding ding the old rusty bell sounds reminding us that our holidays are officially over. #tear
With the exception of 4 nitwits I'm pretty happy with my class this year. Harry unfortunately isn't in it as I'm in the girl stream. Thank god Lucy is.
"Mr Donald is our science teacher can you believe it!" Lucy jumped up and down around me
"Anna, Mr Donald" she repeats "why aren't you happy you wanted him all last year and the year before that, and before that... you've wanted him for a long time in short."
"I am happy see... jumping with joy." I say sarcastically
"... No I was jumping with joy you however are not." Lucy replies bluntly
"It's just... Nia and I could of been great friends... I could of made a friend instead of an enemy..." I look down and hit my left foot with my right.
"Well three things: one you hate her and she hates you, two you wouldn't of met Harry, or me cuz I would of hated you as much as I hate her and I'm sure Harry would too, and three... you would of looked like them." she shuffles her eyes up and down studying there uniforms, hair, insanely over done make up, and well boobs.
"True, but I don't know I just get the feeling that we really could of had something." I mutter
"God your making it like you and her were in a relationship." Lucy playfully slaps me in the arm
"How so?" I wonder
"Well what you said... "I think we could of had something" that's like what you say when you breakup with someone." she answers.
"Come on we have to go find our lockers." she glides off into the crowd of hormonal and sexually active teens. And I reluctantly follow.