Perspective of Bad Company

Chapter 2

I failed to mention that my mom took me school shopping for clothes. She liked the girly clothes. I liked the girly but not so girly clothes. Like Hot Topic and stuff like that. I liked dark colors and those neon colors. I’m not exactly a girly girl. More like a tom-boy. Of course my mom didn’t understand this, but she bought what I liked and some girly shirts to make her feel better.

She wanted me to fit in to the new school. Apparently I was entering a school with a lot of snobs. She didn’t want me to be an outcast in High School. I told her I didn’t care what people thought about me. She was proud of that.  I honestly think that if people judge you on what u wear, then they are not worth your time. If you like to fit it, then go get some tight shirts with short shorts and those weird looking sandals everyone wears. Me? I like risky stuff that people are afraid to wear. It makes life interesting. If you haven’t noticed by now, I like interesting things and I like being interesting.

First day of Little Water High was insane. Everybody didn’t know where they were going and freaking out. Well, mostly the freshmen were. I wasn’t scared or nervous or jittery. I had moved so much before that I knew the routine. But at this school, I wasn’t going to go with the routine. I wanted to do something different. Since this was High School, I wanted to observe people. Observe why High School was such a big deal.

My first class was Oral Communications with Mrs. Francis. This teacher was stuck in the 50’s. Her hair was brown with that little curl up at the ends and the bump at the back of her hair with the head band with ton of hair spray. The look wasn’t the only thing off. She seemed really nice. Too nice. Of course it was the first day, so time would tell.

Mrs. Francis spent the whole class talking about what we were going to do during the year and then talked about herself and how she was a cheerleader in High School. She basically gave us her entire High School experience in an hour. She left out her senior year. She went through her freshman year, sophomore year, and her junior year. I think she must have done some pretty bad stuff her senior year because she claimed that class was almost over and she couldn’t finish her story even though there was 10 minutes of class left. She sat at her desk and said we could talk for the rest of the hour.

Naturally I put my IPod in and listened to music. It died halfway through a song, but I was too lazy to take the headphones out. This actually made things easier than I thought. Nobody talked to me. They talked louder thinking I couldn’t hear them. Some girl behind me was telling some guy next to her how her summer was. By the way he was responding I could tell he really didn’t care. He would respond with a “cool” or a “oh really” every few minutes. But, of course, the girl didn’t pay attention that he wasn’t paying attention.

The bell rang and the day went along very slowly and dull. Lunch came around and I had no one to sit with. Which kind of sucked. Maybe I should have introduced myself to at least one person so I could eat lunch with them. Instead I sat at an empty table and ate my lunch. I wasn’t really that hungry so I just sat there and looked around the cafeteria. My mom was right. This school had a lot of snobs. I’m not saying that because they looked like it, I’m saying that because during my morning classes I put my IPod in and pretended to listen to it. And I heard a lot of stuff. Some of it I wish I never did hear it at all, but I guess that’s what I get.

Oh, and you could tell who “didn’t belong”. They had their own table and everything. They didn’t talk to one another, just ate or read a book. I guess they just sat together so they wouldn’t look like a loner like me. I didn’t mind though. Let people think what they want.

I did see a table of slightly normal people. They looked nice and looked like they were having fun. Even though its lunch and I don’t know how lunch is fun, but I guess if you have people to eat with it is. I remember how in my old school it was enjoyable.That was because I sat with very “out there” people. They didn’t care about what other people thought. Just like me. Maybe this new table is like my old friends? Well I wasn’t about to find out. I was going to sit back and observe, just like I planned.

No one came up to me and asked my name the entire day. No one thought “oh this is a new girl, I wonder if she’s lonely” and blah blah blah. I didn’t mind at all. It gave me time to watch and see how this school works. One day here and I realized that the students run the school. Most of them already have the teachers wrapped around their finger. It’s sad, really.