What Would Mummy Say?

Part 3

PART 3

“Class dismissed.” The teacher announced, with a hint of relief in her voice.

I rolled my eyes. The teachers in this school didn’t even enjoy teaching. I strolled outside and headed towards the lockers.

“Vi, Wait up!” A voice yelled from behind me.

I could recognise that voice anywhere. My loud but lovable best friend, Nessa.  She fell at my side, her books tilting to one side. Nessa panted in exhaustion.

“Do you know how many people I had to shove out of the way to get to you?” She groaned, fixing her long brown hair.

“You know if you just asked them to move politely, I’m pretty sure they would.” I stated, chuckling.

“But where would be the fun in that?” She grinned, opening her locker.

Nessa was one of the prettiest girls in the whole of Year 10. She had shiny, naturally-highlighted brown hair that never got frizzy and big, aqua eyes coated with long eyelashes. And, she had the best clothes thanks to her fashion designer cousin, Alia. But I’m not complaining; after all, she lends me clothes all the time. To her disappointment, I never wear them. Why I love Melina is that in middle school, she was full-on geeky. Glasses, zits, baggy clothes… the whole package. After the summer, she transformed into a total beauty queen, but her personality hasn’t changed a bit. She’s still confident, hilarious and supportive, not matter what she looks like. The best bit is that whenever a guy asks her out, she uses the same line to reject them as they did to her in middle school. Nessa knows not to define someone by where they come from or what they look like. That’s why when I confessed to her about Melissa, she gave me a sympathetic look and I knew she understood.

“What are you wearing?” Nessa looked over me appraisingly.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I asked, in mock-surprise.

She raised her perfectly-shaped eyebrows.

“Violet, polka-dot headbands do not go with striped socks, okay? And you’ve been wearing the same shirt for two days. You know I have stuff to lend you if you run out of clothes.” Melina closed her locker with a bang.

“I think my outfit is creative.” I smirked, as if daring her to argue.

She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Don’t change.” Nessa laughed, punching me in the arm.

Not much chance of that. After all, I was still defined as the girl who lost her sister, although… could she be back? And what was she back for? Suddenly, I was shoved into the lockers.

“Hey, Vio-let.  Still looking for your sister? Oh right, she ‘s dead.” Kelly Lalenburns sneered, with her posse by her side.

“Actually, she’s not. She’s still here… and she haunting you.” I hissed, in my scariest voice.

The posse chuckled nervously, waiting for Kelly’s reaction.

“Huh. That’s… stupid. It’s stupid. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” She shot back, tossing her over-bleached hair.

She tried to make a grab for my school bag but she missed when I karate chopped her shoulder. Tae-kwon-doe for four years straight, baby. She clutched her throbbing shoulder and screeched. Kelly lifted her bony arm, ready to slap me.

“Woah, ladies. What’s the problem?” A deep, male voice questioned.

I turned around. Nick? Gosh, what a great time. Seeing me hit the most popular girl in the school wasn’t going to help me get on his good side.

“Nick, baby, she’s hurt my shoulder.” She whined, shooting me a death glare.

Oh great, of course she’s dating the hottest guy in the school. Nick looked at me in recognition.  I smiled back meekly.