A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Becoming Ronnie: 2.

I got out of Demi’s car as quickly as possible and pushed my way through the people, quickly towards my locker.

“Move it, asshole.” Poppy spat, pushing her way past, she had her cell phone in one hand and her coffee in the other.

I sighed and shut my locker, giving her room to get to her own – it was an unfortunate tail that I had the locker below Poppy’s.

“Hold this,” Poppy said, pushing her coffee towards me, and I quickly grasped it, before it fell to the floor.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled, pretending she’d used her manners.

Poppy didn’t look like my sister. Poppy had long, sleek black hair and tanned skin; she wore mainly browns, blues and gold colours. Whereas my sister, she wore any colour, had brown hair like my own, but hers was slightly shorter than my own hair, and curly, she also had blue eyes, I had green eyes.

“Hello you,” A tall boy said before pressing himself up against Poppy who was reaching for a folder in her locker.

“Hey,” Poppy replied before turning around and sticking her tongue in his mouth.

Then after five minutes, totally enough time to leave them to their privacy, I coughed rather loudly – completely fed up with and grossed out, by them making out in-front of my locker.

“Excuse me!”

“Oh sorry, did you need something?” The tall boy asked.

I opened my mouth to respond but Poppy beat me to it. “Oh, Veronica? No, she doesn’t need anything.”

“Actually,” I responded, surprised by my own courage to say something, when usually – and this happened a lot – I stood back and waited until I could get to my locker after Poppy left. “I have to get to the music room, so, um, like, move.”

“Humf,” Poppy snatched her coffee and walked off, grabbing tall boys hand and dragging him along with her, but not before he looked back towards me and smirked.

.=.

“Veronica?” Mr. Dalling called. “Has anyone seen Veronica?”

I was hiding behind the door, afraid to go inside because Johnson Malyhem was in there. He was my number one enemy – my biggest bully, Poppy’s brother.

My sister was texting on her cell and bumped straight into me.

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed as soon as she knew who it was. “Honey… what are you doing out here?”

“Veronica!” Mr. Dalling called for a third and final time.

I looked at my sister and shook my head, in a begging silence.

“Oh,” she whispered, “You’re hiding. Who from?”

“Johnson,” the teacher spoke from in the room. “Can you find Veronica Harris for me?”

I shook my head, “No!”

“What is it, honey?” My sister asked, her hair fell into my face, and the smell of coconut overpowered the air around me.

“Sure,” Johnson replied.

Demi’s head lifted up and the sound of Johnson’s voice and grabbed my hand before pulling me into the room.

“I’m so sorry!” She gushed. “I kept Veronica out, it’s my fault.”

Mr. Dalling studied her, and then sighed. “Fine, Veronica, Demi, please, have a seat.”

My sister grinned at me before pulling me down to the seat next to her.

“I got this,” she winked.

Suddenly Demi’s phone buzzed.

“Hey, Veronica,” my sister whispered. “Mom said your Porsche will be back tomorrow, okay..”

I smiled but kept quiet.

After a long time of staring into space Mr. Dalling began to dismiss the class.

“Veronica Harris, can I speak to you, please?” He asked as I got out of my seat.

“Yes, sir?” I asked. I glanced to my left and saw my sister lingering in the doorway, and as she caught my eye she signalled that she’d wait outside for me.

“…Veronica?” Mr. Dalling asked. “Are you listening to me?”

“What… huh… um, I mean yeah, I am, sorry.” I mumbled.

“Come on, Veronica. It’s your senior year. Stop being petrified of everyone, you’re a bright girl.”

I stared at a freckle on his nose as he talked.

If I had confidence and if I was popular and didn’t need this talk I’d tell him that he was talking a load of bull, but he wasn’t.

“I know,” I sighed.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?”

“Huh?”

“Get out of your shell!”

I flattened my outfit, “Thank you Mr. Dalling, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to be excused.”

The teacher shook his head, “Fine.”

As I left my sister dragged me to the nearest bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I called out; trying to make sure my hair wasn’t out of place. “Demi, what are you doing?”

After making sure that the sink area wasn’t wet she sat up by the basin and looked at me.

“Okay,” she said. “Come on, what’s up?”

“What?”

“With you. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled, suddenly looking at the graffiti on the wall. It scribbled a list of girls.

I’d never been in this bathroom, mainly cheerleaders used this one, it was the closest to the gym, rather than the other ones. And as curiosity got the best of me, I wondered over to the list. My sister eyed me curiously as I took another step towards it.

“Um, Veronica, honey, hello…”

I kept on walking but my sister jumped from the sink and pulled me to a stop, turning me around.

“I thought we were going to talk, Veronica?”

“Yeah,” I answered, distracted. “Just… hold on a minute.”

I pulled out of her grasped and went upto the wall, but pulled back.

“What the fuck?!” I shouted, it was the first time I’d sworn.

My sister sighed. “Don’t take it offensively, honey.”

Don’t take it offensively? My name was on that wall, with ‘posh trash’ written besides it, how could I not take it offensively!?

I slumped down on the floor as a tear left my eye.  

“I don’t want to be Veronica, anymore.” I whispered.

“What?”

“I don’t want to be Veronica anymore.”

“What?”

“You asked what was on my mind. I’m on my mind, I’m doubting myself, and so are other people, my teacher’s even doubting me!”

“I don’t understand…”

“I want to be like you, Dem. I want to be loved, I want to be popular, I want to be pretty, I want to be someone – anyone, but a loser.”

“You’re not a loser!”

I sighed and stood up, wiping my runny nose and tears from my face onto my cardigan – something, like swearing, I’d never done.

My sister walked up behind me and, with the help of the height of her heels, she placed her head on top of mine. “You know,” she whispered. “Soon mom will be saying that she wished you’d be more like me.”