His Control

Purple Frames

The ground had wrapped Its cement fingers around my ankles, and the rest of MHS's. No one moved. I was left staring back at six feet of raw attraction . It wasn't the, he's kinda hot attractiveness, it was the he had been sculpted by god attractiveness. Seconds turned over and people slowly started to mask their shocked expressions. I seized the opportunity, hurrying inside. Heading blindly into the next 8 months of my life.

I pulled out my schedule and navigated myself to my first class. English with Mr. Vahn Rm 242. Their was a rip current of kids, one boy nearly knocked me down as he raced to the other end of the hallway. Recovering briefly I found the class. I scanned the door reading the quote that was scribbled on it, messily in black paint. "It's not what you look at that matters, It's what you see." My brain that had been dormant for most of summer yawned. David Thoreau. I pushed the door open and took in the typical classroom. Decorated with horribly plain walls ready to be covered by student's project throughout the school year. A good amount of kids sat anxiously in the desks that had their name sticky noted on the corner.

I quickly found my name scrawled on a desk that was placed in the first row. Great.

Taking a seat I glanced over at the empty desk to my right. A name that looked like Danny or maybe dale. The examination was short lived when my attention snapped up to the sound of heavy footsteps. A middle aged man strode into the room with an over sized messenger bag and five o'clock shadow. Right as he put his stuff down the bell rang and he smiled, pleased.

"Good morning class! Happy first day of senior year, I'm Mr. Vahn and this is the wonderful room, 242." He leans casually against the front of the desk examining all of us.

Two more kids hurried in late, but neither one of them took a seat beside me. Danny or Dale never made it to class that day.

The rest of the day pulled itself up over my head. I was already overwhelmed with textbooks and get-to-know-you assignments by last period. The bell rang and I hurried to my locker that I had yet to try an open. It was back in the English wing, by the time I got there the halls were half empty. I dropped my textbooks down and spun the padlock a few times. It was covered in dust and I resisted the urge to sneeze. After a few tries I managed to get the old thing open.

"Would you look at that."

I turn my head to see a girl, about my age with dark purple framed glasses staring at me.

"It's been three years since I've had a locker neighbor." She smiles confidently, "I'm Lily."

"I'm-"

"Jane, I know you're in my Physics class."

I smile awkwardly, realizing this has been the first person to acknowledge me other than the attendance sign-in. Clearing my throat I toss the textbook into my locker, "Yeah, I'm new."

Lily laughs modestly, "I've noticed."

I look at her confused

"You looked hopelessly lost In class this morning, Don't worry Mrs. Sanna is a bitch anyway."

"Agreed." I said smiling slightly.

Lily turned her attention away from me as a tall blonde hair boy strolled over to us. To her.

"Hey babe!"

She wrapped her hands around his neck and pecked him quickly, "This is my boyfriend Andrew." Her blue eyes smile at me, "and This is my locker buddy, Jane."

Andrew nods, "Oh you're the new girl." He chuckled teasingly, "Explains why you're still at your locker."

I look around realizing other than them two, I was the only other person here. I shrug with hot cheeks and shut my locker.

"Oh come with us, we will walk you out." Lily sings as she takes Andrew's hand into hers.

I slide my backpack on and hurry to catch up with Lily's long bouncy strides that reminded me of a slinky.

The Massachusetts afternoon breeze was cool against the back of my neck and made the hem of my shirt dance. The parking lot was deserted, with the exceptions of a few cars. One of them being aunt Maggie's Camry.

"My rides over there." I say, as I wave goodbye to Lily.

She nods, "Oh alright see you tomorrow!"

I turn away from them and to Aunt Maggie's car. Her approving eyes found mine through the windshield. She smiled, and I mentally prepared myself for the brain picking. Even though part of me was thankful for it. And for Aunt Maggie's motherly voice that I wished was my Mom's.