Tears of an Angel (Cancelled)

3: Anya's 1st day (Anya's POV)

3: Anya’s First Day

January 5 8.00 AM

I rushed downstairs in my skinny jeans and plain purple v-neck. The skinnies were white with one pant leg purple.  My hair was pinned up messily with two chopsticks. I grabbed my black bookbag and grabbed an apple for breakfast. I was running late and I had to walk to the school. I ran toward the grey building and after a few minutes I could see it looming up over the horizon. I grinned as I stopping in front of the building as the other students walked in staring at the girl who was panting. Nathan waved at me from the doors and I smiled and waved back. I walked up to him.

“Hey, Anya,” he grinned. His smile was contagious and I smiled back.

“Hey, Nathan, do you think you could take me to the front office?” I asked him. He nodded and offered his arm out to me. I took it and we decided to skip down the hall together.

“We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!” we sang together. The walls were lined with rows of silver lockers, one row on top of another. The walls were painted a dull grey color. The other students stared at us as we skipped but we just ignored them. We stopped outside of the office and I pushed open the door.

“Good morning,” I grinned. I heard a grunt and I turned my heard to see a portly old lady behind a desk typing away. She had blonde hair with streaks of grey and her dull grey eyes were hidden behind her round glasses. Lines and wrinkles covered her chubby face. I smiled at her. “Hello, where do I receive my things? I’m Anya Neal, I was enrolled the 23rd of December,” I told her. She grumbled and went through some files.

“Here,” she mumbled and handed me my schedule which had my locker number and locker combination on it. I smiled down at her and thanked her before going to walk back into the halls with Nathan.

“So what’s your locker number?” he asked. I squinted down at the paper in hand.

“Um, 277,” I said.

“I think I know where that is, here, I’ll show you,” he said. He took my hand and dragged me behind him. We slowed in a hallway and he pulled me to a stop. “This is my old locker,” he grinned. “I had it last year. Let’s see if the old combination works,” he said as he turned the black dial once to the right, twice to the left, and then to the right again. He stopped turning and pulled open the locker. He smirked to himself and closed the locker. “Yup it still works.”

“Well just don’t be stealing stuff from my locker,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I won’t,” he assured me. “What class do you have now?” he asked me. I looked at my schedule.

“Um, creative writing, I think,” I said.

“I’ll take you there,” he offered.

“Oh I don’t want to be a bother,” I mumbled.

“Oh it’s no trouble at all,” he said. After a while of contemplations, I nodded and followed him to a class room. The door was wooden with a foggy glass window on it with the word ‘Creative Writing’ on it in black letters.

“Thanks Nathan,” I said and gave him a wave.

“Bye Anya,” he said as I walked in.

“You must be the new student, Anya, is it?” a woman asked me. She had dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun and rounded rectangular glasses sat on her nose. Her green eyes looked me up and down as I did her. She wore a plain brown pencil dress and a beige cardigan. I could tell that she needed some improvement to her wardrobe.

“Yes.” I replied

“Take an empty seat, where you take the seat doesn’t matter,” she said as she turned back to her desk. I walked further into the class room. “Anya,” she called and I turned back to her. “Here’s your textbook, we won’t need it much but the school makes us give it out anyway,” she said.