My Little Penguin

Chapter Two

Catt's POV

I looked into the small rectangular shaped mirror in my car, pulling my long brown hair in front of my shoulders and pulled my hood over my hair. I shoved my overly nerdy looking glasses up the bridge of my nose and gave myself a silent pep talk before stepping out of my car to walk the half a block to the one place I hated most in this world. Winter Lake High School.

I sighed and pulled my navy blue book bag up on my right shoulder and started the walk. There was a student parking lot, I just didn't like parking there. The thought of people seeing my beat up Cadillac that desperately needed a new paint job made me sick. I wouldn't say that I'm afraid of people, I just have anxiety...badly. So big crowds and lots of questions, literally make me sick to my stomach.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity but was really 2 minutes, I stood at the edge of the school property. Studying the different cliques of people sent a spark of curiosity into my soul. Everyone was separated like it was the law but it was just something they knew to do. I stood by the gate and watched for a minute when something disturbed the peace. A slick black jaguar pulled up in front of the entrance to the school and everyone who was once doing their own thing, flocked around to the car as if a celebrity would emerge.

Then again, she pretty much was a celebrity. It was Becca. The queen bee. She stepped out of her car that probably costed more than my parent's house, with this look on her face that could only be described as pissed. She slouched and walked into the school, followed by almost everyone in the student body.

At that point I decided I should probably start toward the school. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes on the ground in front of me, careful not to look at anyone else. I somehow made it through the doors of the school only getting my shoulder shoved past a record breaking 5 times.

I finally reached my locker and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and clicked in the familiar numbers into the keypad. 11-4-14. The metal door swung open and the smell of old books filled my nose. I smiled for the first time that day and grabbed the blue piece of paper with my schedule printed on it and after glancing over it and reminding myself where my first class was, reached for my french textbook and my purple spiral notebook, labeled French in my lanky handwriting.

I took my Samsung Galaxy S3 out if my hoodie pocket and nearly screamed when I saw that I had less than 2 minutes to get to my French class across the entire campus. I shoved my phone back in my pocket and bent my head down yet again and started speed walking down the crowded hallway. I mentally facepalmed when I realize my locker door was still open, rushing back and slamming it. Having my head down I couldn't have seen the sprinting body coming right toward me.

Pain shot through my left shoulder and my back connected with the floor. I grunted quietly and looked around and my back pack and all my books and papers scattered over the tile. I looked around the floor and saw a pair of black vans no more than two feet away from me. A confused look spread across my face and looked up to meet the pale blue eyes of Becca Green herself. I blushed a rose colour and suddenly she was talking to me.

"Damnit I'm so sorry, you okay," I wanted to answer but nothing would come out. I got up and started retrieving my papers that were strewn across the white tiles. I was surprised when she wrapped her nimble fingers around my textbook and handed it to me, noticeably taking in my appearance that I couldn't be more ashamed of. Then she asked again,

"Are you okay?" I nodded.

"What class do you have next?" I opened my mouth to say French but no words came out and I closed it quickly. I mustered up all my courage and stuttered out,

"I-I have French. I d-don't know wh-where that is..." I blushed deeper seeing her smile when the words left my mouth.

"I have that next. C'mon." she started walking down the hallway with such confident strides, while I scurried behind her timidly.

"My names's Becca." I almost chuckled and an unexpected blast of confidence shot through me.

"I know, I'd have to live under a rock if I didn't and my name's Catt." The look on her face changed and we made our way into the classroom. But what happened next, I was extremely unprepared for.