The Path of Roses 🥀

PART 2: CHAPTER TWELVE (2)

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Before I know it, class is over and it's time to learn a foreign language. I head to Spanish class, where I sit next to Erick, Aidan, and surprisingly Mark.

"Mark, no offense, but how come you're taking Spanish?" I asked. "Wouldn't a genius like you take French or Chinese or something like that?"

"Victoria," He says, looking at me seriously. "I may be smart, but I'm not dumb enough to learn a complex language that I'll never use. Spanish is the easiest language to learn and any idiot knows that."

I laughed, agreeing with his response. Our classroom had a good mix of freshmen, sophomore, and juniors. I knew plenty of Spanish, thanks to David, so if anyone tries talking trash behind my back, I know exactly what they're saying. 

It also turns out that our teacher, Mrs. Martinez, is going to challenge us. In order for us to become fluent in Spanish, she is only going to talk in Spanish for the entire year. I find this both funny and useful. It's easier for us to ignore her and continue on with our day.

Fourth Period comes and unfortunately, it's my worst subject: History. My teacher, Mrs. Swerrington, forced the new students to stand in front of the class so they could be welcomed. As I walked to the front of the class, I start to believe that Mrs. Swerrington is Ms. Cobb's long-lost evil twin sister. Among myself, there was a short robotics nerd who would most likely get the most damage at a cafeteria food fight.

"What's your name?" Mrs. Swerrington asks from her desk.

"Victoria Moore." I respond, only meeting her eyes.

"Anything you would like to share with the class?" She questioned.

The sweat in my palms returned along with the feeling of wobbly legs. I tried so hard to not make my nervousness so obvious.

"Um, I moved here from Pittsburgh-"

"Damn, all the way from Philadelphia?" A guy whistles in surprise.

I try to correct the guy by reciting my spiel, but my voice is buried underneath everyone's surprised reaction. People start chanting Philly. I feel awkward and wish to bang myself unconscious onto a hard surface. Mrs. Swerrington shuts everyone up and I am sent back to my seat while the robotics nerd introduces himself. My head lays on my desk, not caring for anything in the world other than for lunch period to start.

It's 12:15 and the long awaited lunch bell rings. I put my textbooks in my locker, which I quickly found out is still a pain in the ass to open. On my way to lunch, several people call me Philly. I am very tempted to tell them "Fuck off", but I am too weak to tell them anything. 

In the large cafeteria, I tried to find Aidan, Mark, and/or Erick, but none were in sight. I worried that I would have to eat by myself in the bathroom like a rejected loser. Ding!, my phone suddenly rings. 

Stolens: Meet us in front of the school. And don't let anyone see u.

My body froze. I didn't understand why Erick wanted me to meet him, Aidan, and Mark in front of BP High. "Are we gonna play hooky?," I thought. I had no clue, but I was down to ditch school regardless. It wasn't hard to sneak out without anyone noticing. People were busy talking or flinging spoonfuls of mashed potatoes at the other freshmans to even care. I quickly saw the guys, waiting by the flagpole for me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're gonna get something to eat." Erick explained. "Come with us."

"Yeah, because the food here is disgusting as hell." Aidan added.