The Girl Under the Bleachers

Chapter 3

The next week was okay, if you ignore the fact that I'd been continuingly pranked. Although I've got to appreciate the creative genius behind them. I guess the ring leader is Prince (no one knows his second name, even the teachers call him that) and the second in command is Zackary. Even the teachers didn't notice, I guess Prince is untouchable at this school. I know I needed to get them back but I was unsure of how to go about it.

In fear that they would prank me again (like they have been doing since I've started) so at lunch time I retreated to the only I could felt safe in the school, under the bleachers. I sat there and remembered all the friends I left back in Boulder. Back then I was happy. I know we said keep in contact but you forget and the messages between us just stopped - although I do get the odd poke on face book but it's not the same.

"Your new, aren't you?" asked a girl, she had long ginger hair with green eyes with a gold ring around her irises and Ray-Bands sitting on her head. Her outfit consisted of a gray and green stripy top and skinny jeans.

"Yeah"

"May I sit here?"

"Um, okay" I answered confused, what was she doing sitting here.

"My name is Regan Maze" she said, smiling gently

"Elizabeth Matthews" I replied, still confused

She then explained to me why she was sitting with me. She had been popular with everything she could wish for, then her dad lost his job and they lost everything. She'd been denounced as one of the popular to an outcast and since I was the new girl and apparently the new class joke, she'd taken pity on me and decided to take me on as a friend and fellow comrade to show me the ropes, as such.

"So... under the bleachers"

"Yeah, this has become my refuge right now"

"From what may I ask?"

"Anger"

"I don't quite understand what you mean?"

"You know the jocks" how can there be jocks when we don't have sports in the academy.

"How can there be jocks when we don't have sports in the academy" was she reading my mind or something.

"Oh no... your just obvious"

"What?"

"I could tell by expression, that you were thinking I could read you mind. Your quite easy to read"

"Oh. So any ways what brings you here, to my humble abode" I said sarcastically.

"Well I thought you might need a friend" I looked at her blankly.

"Why?"

"Well I know how it feels, I still do. The only time when people befriend me is when my dad is casting"

"Well you won't need to worried about that with me then" I shone a small smile at her.

"So, what's your story?"

So that's what I did. I told her why I'm here, about my family. Why I wish I could go back to Boulder and be with my friends. And why I see no point being at this academy part from the fact that my mom and dad came here. In return I found out a lot about her. Here dad is a big time director her mom is an editor for a big magazine. She very posh if you could already figure out by her accent. She was so nice, lovely and friendly. I guess you could say she was my first and so far my only friend in London.