The Darkest Shades

2.

Before I even opened my eyes again, my mother already unlocked the car door and was pushing me out the door. I gave her a bitchy smile and she raised an eyebrow. Right before she let words come popping out of that ugly mouth of hers, I slam the door shut, creating a barrier between us.
I swing my black backpack over my shoulder, flip the front section of light, straight brown hair over and let a sigh fall out of my mouth again. My white Convers kick small pebbles as I walk by, and I watch them roll down the sidewalk, falling onto the road.
I schlump my way into death zone, also known as school. I flip the front section of my hair again and I tug my red and navy blue flannel down, and speed walk through the cluttered hallway. I bump and crash into some people, and some give me a look or throw some ignorant words. I flinch when the people crash into me. There is nothing more I hate when people touch any part of my body. I try to ignore what's happening and put my head down and try not to draw attention to myself.
I tend to blend in well. I am small and skinny and slightly tan, so I easily blend in to the crowd. It's usually when I look up people's eyes get drawn to me. My best friend, Ally, says I have this 'fierce and demanding' look in my eyes. To me, they are just another set of blue eyes. Though I like when people cringe at me a little when they see my eyes, and get just a little nervous, it keeps the people I envy the most away from me.
I slowly twist the lock for my locker combination.
Twenty, thirty-two, four.
The locker opens and I shove everything in. When I take my books out, I feel a small tap on my shoulder. I hate when people touch me. I pop my shoulder up in response, and flip my body around to remove the finger. It was Ally.
"I told you to never sneak up on me and touch me without my permission," I snap, eyeing her up and down. She was tall, and skinny and beautiful. Her hair was always perfectly curled, and her golden hair fell right to the lower back. Her makeup always stood out and made her look like a Brazilian model. Every time we stood next to each other, I looked like I fell out a window.
She smiles bright, making her hazel eyes sparkle. I turn back to my locker and bite the inside of my cheek.
"I'm sorry! I forgot," she giggles. "You really need to get over that, it's kinda ridiculous. What happens when a boy will want to kiss you, or-." I cut her off immediately and face her.
"I'm sorry, but did the heat from your curling iron go to your head? Or are you in the idiot club?" She snorts at the comment, and cups her hand on my arm. I look at it and jump, holding in my frustration. I close my eyes slowly, and try to relax. I can't.
"Remove your hand, right now," I say, my voice shaking. I open my eyes to watch for her next action, and she backs up, gulping. "What?" I hiss.
Her face contorts, and she moves back far enough to create a wall between us.
"Calm down, Addison. I'm not going to hurt you by gesturing my hand. What happened? Why are you so..."
"Pissed?"
She shakes her head slowly, then bites her lip, making her front tooth get a hint of bright pink lipstick on it.
"Wanna know why? My mother is acting like a complete lunatic, I nearly got a car window closed on my throat, my head smashed into a car window, people bumped into me one too many times in the hallway, and now you are invading my rules and space. I have every single right to be furious. So leave now before I slam you into one of the lockers so hard your makeup wipes off with it." I'm nearly screaming, and on every third word my voice cracks. My right hand is shaking, and my eye begins to twitch. I stare at her and wait for her reaction, and once the words settle in, she walks away, letting her black heals smack the tile.
I slam my locker shut and speed down the hallway to first period. Maybe I came off too harsh, but that is only the first reaction you get from me when I'm 'pissed'.