Last weeks incident... With the whole audition freak out... Didn't go so well.
Neither did my social status from that point on, not that it was amazing before, it was just different.
Crumbled pieces of paper fly towards me as I walk down the hallways of our shabby little school. Buzzed cut eighth graders taking tours giggle at the sight of me flailing my arms trying to avoid the paper snowballs.
I finally reach Biology. Where the smell of formaldehyde greets me.
"Great! Just what I needed, a dead cat just waiting to be cut open!" I say to Gracie sarcastically as we take our seats, "Better grab the trashcan, just in case we have another code barf."
"Just breathe... I am determined to get us out of this alive! What should it be? Bloody nose, stomach cramps, or a headache from the smell?"
"How about you start with the bloody nose and I end with the headache?" I smirk trying not to look at the dead cat on the table in front of us.
"I like how you think Aly, I like how you think." She pulls out a pack of ketchup and runs over to the nearest klenex box, when she turns around her upper lip is covered in "blood' and she has a crimson stained klenex held to her nose, "Mr. Frohl! Mr. Frohl?" She flaps her hand in the air a few times and our pale-faced, big-nosed, Biology teacher sees her.
"Oh my goodness Grace! Are you alright?"
"Yeah! You know this desert weather really doesn't help with nose bleeds. Could I go to the nurse?"
"Of course! Here is a hall pass! And take the Klenex box along, would you? Don't want the janitors cleaning up any extra blood. They already scrape enough gum off the ground." He hands her a bright yellow pass and she winks at me on her way out.
I suffer through the intense fifteen minute instructions, before raising my hand.
I pretend to look faint and grab the bridge of my nose before being called on.
"Yes Aly, what seems to be the problem?" Mr Frohl asks calmly.
"My head, I think it is the smell. Could I step outside for a minute? Or maybe go to the nurses office, I think I might pass out." It takes me a second to process his face, a sort of concern mixed with suspicion.
"Yes, but I should probably call the nurse and have her bring a wheel chair."
"No I think I can walk." I stand up carefully and nod my head a little like I am catching my balance.
"Well at least let me have someone escort you," he looks around for a minute, "Caleb, walk this young lady to the nurse, would you?" Caleb rolls his eyes as my stomach drops and I actually do get a little dizzy.
"As you wish Mr. Frohl, I will be back ladies." He makes a clicking noise with his tongue and points hand guns at the girls he was sitting with, including Jillian, who he also winks at.
"Dumb ass." I say under my breath.
"What was that?" He asks.
"Nothing, just mumbling giberish to myself about what to do when you get a headache." I smile a weak smile and walk slowly towards the door.
"Sir? You know what? Could I just stay with her in the nurses, in case she needs a ride home. Her parents work and all." He smirks at me sympathetically... But I can see right through his little act.
"If you are willing to do some extra credit assignments tomorrow at lunch to make up for missing the dissection, be my guest." The teacher replies.
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Becoming Alice (WRITING WHEN I HAVE TIME)
Teen FictionAlice Jenkins has spent her entire life dealing with stuck up military brats... That was until Caleb came along. He is arrogant, ignorant and positively terrible. He is everything Aly isn't; popular, sexy, outgoing, perfect... But he may be just the...
