I fell for a Fallen

Making waves

Janine had taken every opportunity to throw me smug glances over her shoulder whenever Alex wasn't looking. I consoled myself by spending the rest of the lesson doodling imaginative versions of her death. My favourite had to be the one where a bunch of third-graders rollerbladed over her stupid stick-twiggy neck.

After the bell went, signalling the end of the lesson, I swiftly made my way over to student reception to borrow a bin bag for my stuff. I would have gone and put my things in my locker, but it's at the other end of school to my next lesson and I can't afford another tardy. Oh well, I guess it can't hurt to be known as the bin bag lady for an hour or so, right?

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By the time lunch rolled around I was thoroughly fed up with the amount of looks I was getting.

I still hadn't had a chance to go to my locker and dump my stuff yet, but seriously?! All morning people have been staring at me like I've grown an extra head, and I can tell you this for free: it gets old - really old - really fast.

Deciding that I would rather be late to lunch and getting the burnt piece of pizza that nobody wants than suffer any more weird looks, I dropped my stuff at my locker and made my way to the cafeteria.

"Hey Lynnie! Over here, quick! I saved you a piece, but if you don't hurry up now I'm going to eat it...!"

*That* is my best friend Ryan. He hasn't quite yet mastered what most people would call an "inside voice". It can be quite embarrassing at times, but you learn to get used to it. Oh, and the "piece" that he's referring to is a piece of pizza. He's recently gotten into the habit of shortening phases that he deems as "too lengthy".

"You know one day Ryan, I'm going to walk into the cafeteria and not have everyone stare at me like a freak." I told him.

"I don't understand. Why do people look at you like you're a freak?" Ryan questioned.

Wow. I love this boy to bits, honest, but sometimes he's not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box. Like the time I managed to convince him that the word gullible was written on the ceiling - and we were outside.

Luckily my other best friend Leslie chose that moment to make an appearance.

"Oh my gosh have you heard?" She started, "There's a new boy in our year that makes Robert Downey Jr look like trash."

I should explain that she has had a crush on Robert Downey Jr since middle school and thinks he is, and I quote, "the best thing since French toast". I can sort of see her point as he does have the whole ruggedly-handsome-older-man vibe going on.

I was brought out of my reverie by the sound of Leslie clicking her fingers in front of my face.

"Jeez Lynnie, zone out much?" She questioned, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "Anyway like I was saying. There's this really hot new kid, right? And you know how Janine is, she totally tried to call dibs. But he overheard her telling all her wannabe hoe's that he's off-limits and all the rest of it. OMG Lynn you'll never guess what he did! I saw the whole thing, it was EPIC! But anyways, he goes up to her and says, "Sorry, but I think it's wrong for a human being such as myself to associate with, let alone date, a blow up doll. Particularly one who's face is caked in Crayola makeup." In all honesty Lynnie that is what he said. You should have seen the witches face! I was DYING Lynnie DYING!"

Hmm I bet... Then again, he didn't seem to mind associating with her in class today after he poked me with that pencil...

It was at that moment that a complete hush fell over the cafeteria. No seriously. It was like, one minute everyone was chatting and stuff, and then the next moment.... nothing.

Anyway, as I turned round in my seat to see what everyone was gawping at I almost fell of my chair. Surprised would have been an understatement. Standing in the doorway was none other than Janine Hathaway. What was so shocking about her was the fact that the girl had no make-up on and had clearly been crying. Wait. Lemme rephrase that. She had BARELY any make-up on - she's still Janine after all. Evidently what Alex said really got to her. You never know. Maybe she'll be nice now.

"What are you freaks all staring at? Gosh! Did your parents never think to tell you staring is rude?" And with that she turned on her heel and marched out of the room.

Then again - maybe not.