The White Teeth Teens

Chapter 3: Holding Up a Wall

    I went into the archway of the school building. Many posters were layered upon the marble walls saying, "Join Auroarin's Roarin' Felines!" " Make a stop to bullying today just by doing these tips..." "Basketball tryouts end today!" They were done quite well with cute little red stars, spaced-out all over each poster. But they didn't have any use to me, so I just went to my new locker.     
     My locker combination, SGB, isn't that difficult to understand, so I didn't have a problem solving the lock. An array of students are given an actual word like CAT or LAB, but I still appreciate its uniqueness. And really, my locker just only gives me ways to insert my textbooks, hang up photos of my family, and to bury all of my horrible graded papers. (Hope you're not reading this mom!) Yippee. Well, off to class I suppose. Goodbye. P.S: My locker neighbor- if one would say that- whispered something to herself about hurting herself with her very own crept teeth? It's was pretty bizarre to hear, wish I had the courage to ask her what was wrong. Dammit. Bye again.
       Class was intriguing, minus the terrifying part about being forced to introduce myself to the whole flipping classroom! A total of 32 students attend each class at this striking successful school, and a speech to go along with it? I cried a bit so that was fantastically embarrassing! Enough of my lame fear, I need to head off to the cafeteria and try to talk to the skater punks. Please send all your luck diary, I will need it.
Cafeteria
I decided to sit by myself.
Couldn't break a word to the skater group because I was so freaking scared they would destroy me with their hurdling words of judgement, so I sat alone. Why do I think everyone is going to take advantage of me? Why am I scared what people think of me? I keep beating myself up even though I shouldn't! I HATE myself.
I started sobbing and pounding my head against the table thinking the feeling would disappear, but obviously it wouldn't. I was broken, like a crippled doll... Until a stunning girl approached me.
" Stop! You are going to hurt yourself! Are you alright?" She said.
I was drenched in embarrassment.
She looked beautiful from her glistening chestnut hair to her flowing magenta flowing skirt. She was a part of that one group.
"Yes! Of course, I just went through a um breakup," I fibbed. I couldn't tell her the truth because she would think I   was some insane psychopath, I had to keep this secret to myself.
       She spoke to me about dealing with breakups, but I tuned out after she said just a few words. I gently agreed to whatever she said and wiped away a tear of mine. She asked me if I wanted to go sit with her friends.
"..."
     She recoiled nicely," Well, if you do you can always come over. My name is Hazel by the way and here is my phone number." She wrote it down and passed it over to me. I thanked her politely and she returned to her friends.
What a change in plans...