Last night was a miracle, a dream that I’d never believe in. I’d slept dreamlessly, drained from the narcoleptic day I’d had. The truth was hard to swallow. I was shattered and broke and I needed my mother. I knew she’d always believe in me. My head was not working straight but I still had to come to school.
I’d worn my mom’s crescent moon pendant across my neck. The ache in my head had disappeared as soon as I’d worn it. It glowed for a few minutes rushing all sorts of energy into me but it stopped soon. The wind and the rain had stopped too. It was like this little pendant was my soul. I felt better as my head didn’t hurt anymore but my heart still did.
As much as I would've liked staying home I would still have to face tricky questions from my brother and bear confusing glances from my foster parents. Here in school, sure I had to face a lot more but it still somehow seemed much better. Our school usually came first in getting hold of the gossip, I just prayed they didn’t hear about my break up.
I walked alone in the hallways not wanting to attract too much attention. I preferred going unnoticed. I got my subject books out, slammed my locker door, and made my way to class. The first lecture was English, ''Uuggh!!'' I yelled. Now I would have to face Adrien, I could handle a few boring hours of reading Hamlet but I just couldn't get myself to confront him yet. I'd been avoiding all his calls and sms's but I couldn't do it anymore, it was now or never.
To get to English, first I had to pass through the basketball court. Since I dropped out of the cheer-leading squad and the seasons were starting in a few weeks, tryouts were going on for a new cheerleader. I could see all the slim waisted, long legged girls sweating it out in their maxi-mini skirts and extra revealing sports bras.
In a way, I was glad that I was no longer one of them but I did miss being the attention of all the hot boys and the first to get our hands on all the gossip. We cheerleaders could get our way past almost anything. But mostly I just missed missed hanging out with Britney and Adrien. All the lying and sneaking around at night just to steal a kiss from the boy that I love was what I missed the most. I couldn't help but smile just thinking about all this. Was I ever gonna get this back?
When I was just about to go I heard some high pitched voice calling out my name. I knew it wasn't Brittany, before I could even turn I saw a skinny girl standing. She had light blond hair like mine and was wearing a cheer-leading uniform. Funny, I thought I had never before seen her on the squad. ''Hey, you still here Angie?'' she had just said a sentence but I had already made up my mind that I was really gonna hate her. ''My name's Angel and do I know you?' I said nonchalantly.
'' I know, but Angie just sounds so much better ''
''Hey is that MY cheer uniform?''
''Yeah, you know, you dropped out I came in. It’s just temporary, it's too big for me anyway.''
My blood was boiling with rage and I wanted to knock her teeth out but I tried my best and stayed cool. ''First of all, don't you ever call me Angie and second of all get your bony ass outta my dress!!'' I yelled. '' Whatever, that's not why I'm here for. I just wanted to know if anything is still going on between you and Adrien, since all that drama happened yesterday, you know what I mean. I think he's got the hots for me, I caught him checking me during the tryouts.'' she chattered rolling her eyes.
I couldn't believe this, it had happened. The news was out. I was gonna be the hot gossip of all the wanna bees of our school. And now this girl, she was getting on my last nerve. It was like she was trying to be the old me. She wanted everything I ever had including Adrien but I was not gonna let that happen. No way, '' Back off you skanky bitch'' I screamed. The least I wanted now was attention but I couldn't help it.
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Angel
Teen Fiction16 year old Angel Montgomery's life turns upside down when she realizes she is the CHOSEN one . She is the next Moon princess but will she be able to handle a world of the imaginary? And becoming a princess means letting go of the past, her best fri...