The minute the bell rang, I rushed out searching for my next class which turned out to be design technology. I want to be an architect. My mum had pointed out that nobody would hire me because of my looks, apparently I don't look "decent". What a whole load of bullsh*t.
I was about to open the door when that Ella girl held my wrist once again and spun me around so that I was facing her. What did she want this time? "You're early to class," she smiled. "Yeah, I've noticed. Do you have a problem with me arriving early?"
She raised her eyebrow and laughed making me fidget with irritation. "I thought you were badass, ya know, skipping class and sh*t," I rolled my eyes, "well guess what, even I could say that I'm surprised that you're early. I would expect you to be making out with some next guy in a changing room or something. To be honest, I wouldn't have really thought anything if you hadn't judged me first."
She raised her eyebrows again. Why does she keep doing that? It annoys me. She looked away, "I'm sorry I guess I just assumed that you were a typical biker girl. And no, I've never made out with some 'next guy' in a changing room. I used to have a boyfriend but er, it didn't really work out and um-"
"You don't have to explain your breakup, I understand. Boys are jerks and most girls deserve so much better. I know the pain but I'm stronger now, I'm never going to let a boy get to me and you shouldn't too." With that, I turned on my heel and walked into class. I thought I heard her say, "how about girls, are they jerks as well?" when the door closed behind me but I probably heard wrong. I felt bad just leaving her without saying bye or something but the bell had rung and I didn't want to be late this time even if it was just two minutes.
Design Technology was awesome. Like I actually had a great time. Our teacher, Mrs Dale is such a great teacher, probably the best teacher I've ever had. She's in her twenties and makes whatever she is teaching, interesting. Another plus point to the 45 minute lesson is that I met this girl called Lucy Gallagher. She seems like she has a good life from her sparkling green eyes to the way she always smiles, she brightens up your day.
She had approached me and said, "Well, look who we have here, another girl with black hair, I like you already!" I had laughed at that. Yup, she had black hair however it's long and curled at the bottom, I don't know if it's naturally like that but I didn't really care. She was also a blondie before, another similarity.
However she did have that mysterious vibe. What's with me about making friends with mysterious people with green eyes!? First Christopher and now Lucy. But then again I don't know if Christopher is classed as my friend, yet.
"So, where you going for lunch? The cafeteria is pretty good here actually, you can join me if you want." Lucy said while we exited the design and technology room. "I would love to luce but I've already agreed to go to subway with Ella and her gang but please come with us because I'm probably gonna feel really awkward with all these cheerleader material girls if you know what I mean," I laughed.
Lucy's eyes suddenly darkened and she clenched her fists. Had I said something wrong? "You mean Ella, as in Ella Hart?"
"Er, I don't really know her second name but she's the girl with brown curly hair...ring any bells?" Lucy swallowed hard, "Oh yes, her f**king name rings a lot of bells," she said in such a menacing way like venom was coated on each word she spat out with hatred. I started to fidget, I do that when I'm irritated or scared.
"Lucy, are you okay? I won't go with them if you want." I looked at her with hope that she'd calm down, I'm crap at comforting people. I'm a good listener but when it comes to comforting I would probably get a huge 'fail' sticker plastered across my face.
She shook her head and took a deep breath, "No, go with them, they never did anything wrong to you," she started to speed walk down the corridor. I groaned and ran after, "Lucy, wait!"
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