When Iris Meets Wolf

Chapter Two

Nope! Spoke too soon!
I instantly regretted the self motivating words I told my pathetic self this morning while riding to school.
Who am I kidding.
This mockery of Iris Coleman won't stop till she is self vaporized.
And that is why I'm close to tears as I'm being mocked in the school front yard by my fellow loving students.
I haven't even entered the school walls!
What brought this one up?!
Lemme tell you:
A simple, soft nudge on the shoulder by yours truly.
That's right, a NUDGE!

Three-ish minutes ago...
Kayla and I pedaled into the school gates... well the back gate to avoid stares and most probably the usual routine of verbal abuse.
We park our bikes by an old bike rack and locked them in place. Walking towards the front as there's only one entrance into the school that is not locked-which is wide enough by the way, I unconsciously surveyed my clothes:

I wore a burgundy colored shortsleeved shirt that was fashioned not to hide my shape but not to accentuate it either with a round neckline and paired it with my dark blue skinny jeans which downright hugged my legs comfortably with a thin cotton material wine plaid long sleeved button up shirt tied round my waist and plain black flats.

You're probably wondering why the nerd isn't wearing her signature stereotyped look of a hoodie and baggy trousers and her converse sneakers or the mismatched and utterly fashion senseless choice of clothing.

Well, truth is that I DID dress like that actually but escaped that "phase" as Kayla calls it as the said girl got counseled by her sister and I began to see it too...

I didn't want to drag uncomfortable attention to myself and coupled with the "attention" I constantly received on a daily basis and now more?! No way Jose.

We finally reached an open clearing and my eyes are greeted by the beautiful sight of my lovely and totally friendly fellow students. Catching up, Making out with each other, against their car, against the wall, on the green grass, taking welcoming selfies with each other, one gushing over another's new automob—scratch that a LOT of students swooning over a quite popular student's utterly new, sleek-looking automobile with a green-papered worth that could probably pay my college fees for four years straight.

In occasions like this, I 'put on' my invisibility cloak as a brief encounter with any of the students could be a 'fatality' to my person.

I lead the way as we walk straight towards the door leading to the reception, I let my eyes wander to the group of people, friends catching up as they share a hug that really forms a hard lump in my throat.

Unfortunately, what comes with the package of being a teenage member of the Coleman family inhabiting crossbow community is the lack of close allies.

In other words, friends.

I'm fortunately equipped with one friend, who is unfortunately homeschooled as her parents are darn rich that I only see her when I'm at work.

Ximena Hayes, an Hispanic-Native American girl who applied for a job as a waitress at my place of work two years ago and before you know it, we sorta clicked and we became tight friends. It came as a shock to me when I saw her house, a beautiful and utterly modern looking two storey building with an utterly lush garden and a quite big driveway accompanied with an inbuilt swimming pool and an underground garage.
Ximena wanted to be uh...independent hence the job she got at the fast food court I and Kayla work.

I am so preoccupied in my thoughts that I slightly nudge someone's shoulder or upper arm.
*gulp*
Apparently, my invisibility cloak is malfunctioning.

Please, please Karma let it not to be someone who would want to remind me of how my family is at presumably one of the lowest rung of the socio-economic ladder of crossbow.
"Not her please." I hear Kayla mutter beside me.
I gave an audible gulp this time.
Guess my plea fell on deaf ears.
Adjusting my glasses at the bridge of my nose I look up to see 5'8" tall Natasha McKenna.
Why karma why!
Her fake smile is automatic when her icy looking eyes meet my form.
"Well look who we have here, if it isn't Iris Coleman and her sister." Natasha's voice comes out shrill it could almost rival a banshee's.