Archer's Angels

𝟏. 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐭

Bria Hendricks went through the lunch line, standing behind a girl with long, wavy, indigo hair that has a rainbow balayage. She looked down at the girl's knee-length rainbow boots. The stripes are vertical with a stiletto heel. She has a bright, fluffy feather hanging from her navy blue skirt that matched her sequin crop top. When the girl walked off with her lunch, Bria grabbed hers and secluded herself at a table in the middle of the cafeteria.

Chills crept throughout her body as she sat there, not touching any of her food. She looked down at it for a second then her head quickly shot back up to see two girls approaching her. They didn't look intimidating, though which eased some of her worries. One of them tossed her long, black and pink braids as she sat down. Her bespectacled friend sighed in relief she wasn't on her left, or she would've been hit with them again. "Hope you don't mind some company," she said.

"No, not at all," Bria told them, shaking her head.

The braids girl gushed upon looking at Bria's face, "Awww, you're so cute! Like a little doll!" Bria is one of many girls here that has a small button nose, plump lips, and light brown doe eyes.

Bria blushed, looking away. "Thank you."

"By the way," the bespectacled girl began, pointing to herself, "I'm Zaria-" then pointing to her friend, "and this fool right here is Nikita." Nikita stuck her tongue out, flashing her tongue ring.

Zaria and Bria shook hands. "Geez, girl, you've got a grip," Zaria told her with an awkward laugh.

Bria also laughed awkwardly, showing her dimples. "My name is Gabrielle, but I go by Bria," she told them.

"You are adorable, Bria," Nikita gushed, "I just wanna pinch your cheeks!"

Zaria snickered, rolling her eyes "You wanna pinch every cheek you lay eyes on."

"What the-" Bria mumbled, giving them a wide-eyed glare.

Nikita slapped Zaria's arm, looking at Bria. "Chubby, fat, cheeks, Bree."

"I'm sure she knew what you meant."

"Sure, the way you put it made it seem like I'm pinching butt cheeks!"

When lunch ended, Zaria parted from the girls to go to the library. Nikita, with her arms crossed, shook her head at her. "She looks like she's going to film a cover of I Can't Stop Me by Twice."

Hearing that song name, Bria did the chorus dance. "I can't stop me, can't stop me," she sang.

Nikita giggled, tossing her braids over her shoulder. "Anyways, are you new here?" She asked, putting her fists on her hips.

Bria nodded, fiddling her rings.

"Whatcha majoring in?" Nikita asked as they turned a corner. "I'm trying to get a cosmetology license."

"I'm in journalism, wanting to write for magazines," Bria told her.

"Ooh, you and Zar will get along just fine," Nikita said, shrugging a shoulder. "But I doubt it though, nobody really likes her."

"I like her, she seems nice."

"Oh no, honey, I mean in the school she's in, the building."

"Oh..."

Nikita stopped at a random spot, picking up a floor length braid and twirling it. "Yeah, Zaria's got a very high maintenance attitude and it really gets on everybody's nerves up in there. But...I think she just takes her passion very seriously because she loves writing and wants to be able to write a movie that doesn't make us look bad."

"Most of the people in that building are a bunch of whiny and silver-spoon fed white kids," Nikita continued, tugging her black Nike crop top. "They want her to be the yes man to them so they don't like her, and I wish it wasn't like that! Zaria's a great girl but then there's others like her who take her jokes seriously or she rubs them the wrong way."

"So they want Zaria to take orders from them, not the other way around because... she's black?" Bria asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nikita nodded. "Yeah, they want her to do what they tell her to do, how they want her to do it, won't let her share her thoughts or speak her mind."

"Man, that sucks," Bria muttered, shaking her head.

Nikita let out a dejected sigh, also shaking her head. "How she even got in sucks more."