Alone Does Not Mean Lonely

So Much For Forgettable

Esmeray's POV
      I should have known better. For an inner introvert the spotlight just finds me. So maybe my theory was wrong and I should have just gone for the shadows, well here we are now you see it went like this.

Small town small school first step front office, schedule, and locker. No cliche' new kid events, easy let's go. Just turn the corner and fuck. My head was met with a chest. Now I know what your thinking I hit the ground look up and boom hot guy. WRONG, I hit the person and bounced backwards. Guess I've met miss popular.

"WHAT the hell! Do you have any idea what you've done." A rather nasally voiced screeched. Well who needs to hear anyway. Looking up I was met with the sight of stark white top newly coated in $6 dollar espresso.

     Fuck okay think, you've got this. Take the verbal high ground subdue the rabid Barbie and move on with the plan. You can act let's go.

     "I'm so sorry I was pushed coming around the corner my goodness are you okay." Please let me help I'm so sorry."  Alright that should do, and scene, let's see if barbies gonna go for it.

     "You dumb bitch do you have any idea what you've done!"

     Well shit so much for verbal high ground. I mean I know I'm a bitch but that's no reason to insult my intelligence and now there's a crowd. There goes laying low. Well she's too dumb for flattery now for a different tactic. Confuse and switch, you're going down Malibu bitch.

     "That's the wrong question."
"WHAT"
      " You've asked me the wrong question I reply calmly. It's not do I know what I've done it's do I know what I haven't."

"What?"
     "Oh, I see that's the only word left in your vocabulary. It's quite simple you see you've asked me what I've done but now we don't have the time for that all right now you'll have to read that in my autobiography after you learn how the question you should have asked is what haven't I done and now since it's been asked I must answer. You see what I haven't done is found the front office, now I'm sure you could point it out you wouldn't want to look rude to a new kid would you of course not now that you have the answer to your question of what I haven't done I simply must run. I do hope you will excuse me I'm do apologize I hope we can catch up later I've quite enjoyed our conversation. Good bye."

      At that I disappeared back down the hallway while her royal intelligence stood staring at the spot where I once stood. Perfect crisis averted this day can still be salvaged I just needed to lay low after that altercation.

Not long after I arrived at the office. Alright Esmeray brightest smile it's impression time. You when people think of school they think of principals and teachers as the ones in charge that's where they get it wrong. You see if you truly need inner information you befriend the people in the corners. The janitors the cooks and the head of the hypothetical beast the front desk lady. If you make friends with them you've just tapped the most valuable resource you can. See these are the people the school would fall apart with our and if you play your cards right it can fall right into your hands.

     Walking in to the office I was met with your typical older than the hills office lady.

     "Good morning ma'am I'm Esmeray Black I'm here for my schedule."

     "Of course dear you know it's not often we get new faces around here."

"It's a lovely town from what I've seen of it I'm really looking forward to spending my senior year here." I replied with a smile.

"Aren't you sweet," she states handing me the paper. "You be sure to tell me if you need anything."

"Thank you ma'am I really appreciate it."

"Of  course dear and call me Gladys."

     Perfect I'm in. The plan is back in play.
Now I just need the rest of the day to go smoothly. Home base, alright good start and, shit... that's when my carefully detailed plan began to fall apart.