Undercover Model

Chappie 3

Have you ever stood at the edge of a cliff or a tower and looked down? You get this sinking feeling in your stomach, grounding you to the floor almost as if it's trying to keep you safe instead of encouraging you to take that one extra step and start a free fall into oblivion.

I'm sitting in my car in the busying parking lot with this exact feeling running through my veins. Everything in my body is telling me to stay, to just simply drive home, anything but step outside this car into the world full of predatory beings they call teenagers.

My world is about to flip, I realize and I'm the one who put myself in this position. This is a solo mission, no wings required and no turning back now.
To hell with it. I stepped out of the car with the grace of a frightened swan, trying to conceal the fear that lurks beneath the surface.
My foot touches the bleak tarmac floor of the parking lot but nothing, not a single head turns, not a single thought or glance directed at me.
Left foot,right foot, repeat.
Keep your head down and don't bring any attention to yourself Kira.
I sneak a look ahead to find my way to the front office and see its a couple of doors down. In this short time gap of sight, I can't help but have a quick glance around at my new peers. To my surprise, it looks like no one gives a crap about the new, mousey looking girl.
Well that was anticlimactic.
Keeping my head down I continue the short walk to the office. As I round through the office door, I collide with a stick, wait no, a person. Spoke too soon.
I heard the clearing of a throat, which was a clear indication for me to pick myself up and to stop sitting on the mangy school floors.
"Watch it, nerd."
I whip my head up ready to give this wannabe a piece of my mind before stopping myself and getting back into character of a shy new girl. By the time I get up the person's gone leaving behind a whirlwind of papers and a clickety klomp of her heels against the cold floor.
"Bitch," I mutter under my breath.
I should've know this would be coming. There's always at least one bad apple any where you go. I might as well pick up the pace and start the day to avoid another unpleasant encounter.
After what seems like centuries, but was probably mere seconds, walking around the school corridors I finally reach the front office.
As I stumble in quietly I spot the receptionist and put on my best shy smile. I approach the desk and casually clear my throat to get the attention of the lady furiously typing on her keyboard. But alas she doesn't hear me. I spot a little silver bell on the desk and I'm weighing out my options. On one hand if I presses it I would certainly get her attention but on the other hand I'm pretty sure it's pretty rude and I might gain a new arch nemesis.
As I'm leaning towards the latter option I notice the clicking of keyboards has ceased and a pair of blue eyes are glaring at me. Call it instinct but I think she new I was about to tap the bell which was located right next to her pretty blonde head or it could've been the soul eating death stare she was giving me which indicated her knowledge of my were-to-be action.
My features transform into a sheepish expression as I slowly retract my hand slowly, praying she wouldn't notice it (although slightly pointless).
She gives me a (very judgemental) once over. In a monotone voice she states, "You must be Ms Thorne," with a raised eyebrow.
With a weak nod of confirmation, she practically shoves an ugly pee coloured folder into my hands saying that everything I need is in there. I sort just stand there processing her hostility and the pee coloured file, like seriously they couldn't even get their hands on at least a standard beige folder?
But a sudden, condescending  "you better hop a long sweetie, you wouldn't want to be late," voice interrupts my reverie.

I rush out of the office and into the sea of... Well no one. I guess the bell's already gone.
They'll cut me some slack, it's my first day, I thought.

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So it's been a while 😅
Sorry it's quite short, I'm not use to this whole writing thing just yet
So thanks guys for your very patient support! If you guys want to vote or comment that would be greatly appreciated or if you have any tips you want to give, feel free :) I would like if it were constructive criticism though, plain hate isn't really my forte to deal with