When Bad Meets Worse

Chapter 3

The sight that greeted my eyes was chaotic. Students tall short, pale tanned, raced around everywhere, hugging, kissing, screaming and talking, happy to see each other again. Of course, there were newbies too, who just squeezed their way to the school building, avoiding any drama, trying to be invisible.

The whole scene was like a pallette of paint swirled together, with the bright coloured clothing of the hectic students.

To think I was going to be here for... Hm how long? I didn't even know the answer myself. I guess maybe a year or two, providing I manage to live that long.

Right. The games. With such a vibrant and electric ambience, I almost forgot my true mission, having been infected with some of the excitement.

I looked at the dense crowd of human bodies and cringe. It would be hell getting to the building. Nevertheless, I hitched my bag up my shoulders to get a good grip, took a deep breath, and forced myself into the crazy blob of mess, determined to reach the building in one piece.

I clutched my right pocket as I pushed past bustling bodies, making sure the necklace stays safe.

Goodness! It was like going through an automatic carwash!

I finally reached the steps leading up to the main entrance to the school building. Even there, students were packed like sardines.

Somehow I navigated my way and ended in the general office, finally escaping the mad chaos. I felt like I was dough kneaded with a particularly heavy rolling pin. I looked a wreck.

I steadied myself, patting my hair to make sure I don't look like some incredibly hairy monkey who just came out of a washing machine.

After straightening my self and looking somewhat presentable, I gathered whatever dignity I have left and walked towards the counter, behind which sat an amused looking lady.

"Hello, I just transferred from another school," I informed the lady behind the desk.

I looked at her curiously, tilting my head slightly to the right, a habit from young. The lady was quite young, actually. And on closer inspection I found a nametag with a "Becky" on it. Becky had light brown hair in a bun, and had a thick layer of make up on her face. She had on normal working clothes - a white blouse and black tapered skirt.

"Oh yes! We have several transferrees this year," she replied, nodding her head. I leant in closer eagerly, hoping to hear more about these "transferrees". I was almost certain they were my advasaries I was about to face in the next few weeks.

When Becky didn't continue, I ask causually, "So... These transferrees, are they in my class as well?" That caused Becky to eye me suspiciously. "We don't enclose personal particulars of other students."

I groaned inwardly. I knew it was a long shot, but I was still disappointed. Well, this was worth digging deeper into. But now wasn't the time.

Either way, I reached into my bag and fished out a sheaf of papers, most containing the required paperwork for my complete admission to Greenvalley High.

I handed them to Becky and she began typing furiously on her computer, constantly referring to my papers. I watched her for awhile as she typed, almost merrily, away on the keyboard.

Wonder how someone so young would end up with such a... Boring job.

After a few moments I started to lose interest and my eyes wandered around the small office.

It wasn't much. It was one third the size of my bedroom at home, and a big oak desk dominating most of the space. On it were piles of papers, some out of alignment, a computer and a cup. Opposite the desk, east of the office, was a small but comfortable black armchair. Judging by the somewhat tattered leather an faint stains, it sat a good many people. A window with its shutters up took up most of the north wall, and a potted plant stood in the corner. A dark brown door contrasted with the yellowish walls. That probably led to the inner office. It might not be Casino Royale standard, but it was decent enough.