NOT MY FAULT | Mean Girls

02.

: * • ✧ cady ✧ • * :

So far, high school in America was definitely not turning out in the same way that I hoped it would.

Don't get me wrong, I'd definitely been excited to finally "get socialized", as my parents had put it. And I was excited to see if all the stuff online about American high school was true, like football games, parties, and social circles.

After the first day, I could definitely say that there were no parties I was being invited to, and it was too early in the year for a football game.

But the socialization aspect of high school? Yeah, that was something I was able to observe straight out on the first day.

After Evie and I had parted ways in the morning before classes, I'd wandered around the school mindlessly for a bit, before I found the room for Ms. Norbury's AP Calculus class. At least I would be starting off my day with something that made sense to me.

Or so I thought. I walked up to someone that I assumed was the teacher, based on the long pencil skirt and cardigan that she was wearing, ready to introduce myself. "Hi, I don't know if anyone told you about me.I'm a new student, my name is Cady Heron-"

She cut me off, giving me the dirtiest look I'd ever seen in my life. "Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass."

Okay. Well, that wasn't the way that I expected today to start off. Giggles rang out from the other kids that had already entered the classroom, and I internally cringed, wishing that there was some way to erase everything that had happened so far and start over.

Eager to try to seem more normal, I reached over to sit down in the first desk I could find, but the dark-haired girl in the desk behind it stopped me and shook her head.

"You don't want to sit there. Dawn Schweitzer saves that seat for her boyfriend."

"Can't I just sit here today?" I asked, looking in between the dark-haired girl and the girl who was sitting in the desk in front of the empty desk.

"Not unless you're gonna tickle my back, bitch," the girl replied, giving me a dirty look.

Great. Well, this whole high school thing seemed to be going just perfectly. My second attempt at finding a seat meant that I would be stuck behind a kid that apparently farted a lot, so that was a no. The third seat I tried was snagged by some guy before I could even set down my bag, and as I walked around to the front of the classroom, trying to gauge a spot that I could sit in that wouldn't land me completely out of the rankings for socially normal, I ended up colliding with another person.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry," I said, grabbing the papers that the woman—who I hoped I could correctly assume was my teacher—had dropped all over the floor.

"It's not you, it's bad luck," she replied, shaking her head to herself as she tried to blot at the coffee that was now staining her sweater. She attempted to take off her sweater, which only ended up with the tank top she was wearing underneath sticking to it, revealing her bra to us all. Well, happy first day of school to me, I guess?

A man walked into the classroom with a serious expression on his face. "Ms. Norbury....?" he trailed off.

"My T-shirt is stuck to my sweater, isn't it?" Ms. Norbury muttered.