"Hanna, we have to go inside eventually. The bell is about to ring!"
"I know, but everything, and everyone is just so.... Hu-"
And then the bell rang. A stampede of people ran up the stairs and through the doors. People in jeans, miniskirts, overalls. People talking. I just felt so different, outlandish. I mean yeah, I did just move from California to Wisconsin, but every time I looked at someone, instead of a smile I just got a dirty look. Like they were trying to express the feeling "ew". Maybe it's my hair, but back in California, Blonde hair and Blue ends were totally adorable. Or maybe the way I dress. But I don't see what's wrong with a coke shirt and some jeans. Or maybe Solie is right, maybe I just need to go inside and see what happens.
As I walk inside I get this weird feeling in my gut. Like guilt, but I didn't do anything. All I did was eat a granola bar. But I still felt sick to my stomach. Then one thought started it run through my mind. Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom! I ran through a crowd of people until I saw the bathroom, I ran in and splashed my face with water. My "guilt" suddenly felt better. As I was walking out, I noticed a girl staring at me with a disgusted look on her face.
" What? " I asked.
" Have you ever wondered why people keep staring at you with dirty looks? "
" Yes."
" We'll I don't think so because if you did, you would have fixed the problem."
" What's the problem? "
" That. ", she said spreading her hand in front of my face.
" What! There's nothing wrong with my face! "
" Yes there is, and I'm willing to help you fix it, but it's gonna require a little bit of class time."
" You mean like skipping class? "
" Yes, that's exactly what I mean. So you in? "
If I said no, she'd go back to being one of the MANY people that don't seem to like me very much. So I guess I have no choice but to say....
" Yes. I'll go with you. "
" Great, but I have to make a few pick ups first. "
Then she grabbed my hand and ran out the door.
She dragged me onto a field, with a bunch of practicing guys. It looked like soccer. And the worst part, none of the boys had shirts on.
" This is where you pretty much always find Selena and Becky. Watching Alex and Keith practice shirtless. "
" Don't they have a class right now? "
" Yeah, but ask them if they care. The class isn't necessary so it doesn't matter to them whether they pass or not. "
" Oh wow. "
As we walked over to the bleachers, one of the girls noticed us and started walking toward us. She had brown hair, and was short and skinny.
" Kelli? Don't you have history? "
" Yeah, but it can wait. We've got a major problem. ", she said as she pointed at me.
" I see, but you know Ana would be a little better for this. I kinda specialize in the guys, if you know what I mean. "
Then she turned around and did this super giggly wave to some shirtless guy. They all look the same to me.
" Yeah I get it. But are you and your boy
crazy bestie coming or nah, cuz we have to go. "
" Sure why not. "
Then she called for the other girl watching guys play, she was taller mad skinny and had dark, ombré hair.
" Becky, c'mon already. " Selena called.
Then another girl ran over and started following Kelli and Becky across the outfield. I was kinda lost and just randomly looking around. Until I noticed some random guy staring at me. When I looked over, he looked away. That got me walking again. After following the girls for a few minutes, we were in a a small parking lot. The girls all walked up to a pink Benz. Kelli unlocked the doors and they all got in.
" Are you gonna get in? " Becky asked with a kind smile.
I didn't reply I just got in the car.
After driving for about 15 minutes Kelli pulled over at a stop sign. She typed something on my phone that I couldn't see. Then she drove for another 5 minutes. When we stopped, we were at a blue building, with a big glass front. After waiting for a little a really pretty freckled, red haired, tall, skinny, stylish girl walked out. Her hair was down and she was wearing shorts and a tee. I guessed it was Ana.
" Hey Ana. Come on in. We'll explain why later. "
" Ok. "
