Confessions

Chapter 1 - New Girl

I glared up at the school in front of me. A cold wind whipped against me, and small drops of rain stung my face. "Of course," I thought, and walked inside.

I was the new girl, which was something I was used to by now. It had become a game to me, to see how quickly I could "fit in", although the truth was I never really fit in. I was too different. Plus, deep down I knew I didn't want to fit in. I didn't want to make relationships that would be ruined when I inevitably had to leave. So I had my fun and always prepared myself to move on.

At lunch that day I sat by myself, like I always did on my first day at a new school. I liked to see where everyone sat and who they all talked to. Who the groups were, where the popular kids hung out, who I'd have to watch out for.

As I scanned the lunchroom, I was surprised to see someone approach me. My initial thought was that someone was messing with me, but she sat down across from me and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Kennedy," she said, holding out her hand. I looked at it for a few seconds until she pulled it back.

"I'm Caylee," I said with as little emotion as I could.  

In a lot of ways, she was the opposite of me physically. I was tall and slender, she was short and curvy, but not fat. My hair was dirty blonde, hers was dark brown, almost black. My eyes were blue, hers...well, it was hard to tell what color they were. 

The game here was for me to reveal as little as possible about me, to be as mysterious as I could. I knew how this would go - Kennedy, clearly the social butterfly, would walk away from my rejection. She'd be disappointed but secretly happy because she could go tell everyone how dark and mysterious the new girl was. And of course that is exactly what I wanted.

I waited for Kennedy to invite me to sit with her friends, whoever they might be. But instead she just sat there, looking at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I said. The truth was, I was used to making other people uncomfortable. I didn't like being the one who was uncomfortable.

Kennedy still said nothing for a few seconds, and then surprised me with a laugh. I was getting pissed, but just as I started to say something to put her in her place, she interrupted me.

"Shut up for a second," she said coldly. If I could have seen my own face, it probably would have been shocked for the first time in my life.

"Let's play a game," she continued. Her eyes were steely gray, staring me down.

"What are you talking about," I said, trying to recover my composure and take control of the situation.

"A game," she said, suddenly smilng again.

"It's called Confessions."