Mirror, Mirror

Oh, crap

Lucille ran down the street. Why couldn't she have a car? Why didn't her alarm clock work? Why did her school have to be such a far walking distance? Why did her parents have to go to work before waking her up? Why did her school tardy bell have to ring at 7:20??

Life's a peace of crap.

Lucille went into the school yard and glanced at her watch. It read "7:19." She hurriedly made it to first block just as the bell rings.

She looked down, not a glance came her way. She was so close to being late, and people still didn't notice her.

"Pull out your books and turn to page 374," said the teacher, Mrs. Pragg.

Lucille pulled out her book, a little saddened with no attention whatsoever. Little did she know, she would get a lot of attention in just a few days.

The lesson went by quickly. It was about multiplying and dividing negative and positive numbers. She hated being re-taught something. Especially when she already learned it in seventh grade, and she was already in high school. A seventeen year old should learn seventeen year old stuff!

In her next class, the teacher made an announcement that made history more fun than it already was.

"We have a new student today. Everyone, this is Gabe Zenderman." She announced mutedly. A guy with light red spiky hair and emerald green eyes stood.

He looked.. Hot. There was no other way to explain it. Dimples, freckles, a strong jawline. He was simply unexplainably perfect.

Lucille glared in jealousy. She widened her eyes at her emotions and then said a quick prayer under her breath.

She would not feel such sinful feelings because of that boy.

The other girls, though, sighed and blushed and put on a pretty face to try to look cute. No doubt he was gonna get really popular really quickly.

He sat down after a couple of seconds, not paying attention to any of the girls and looking quite bored.

The other girls did small grimaces.

The class was uneventful after that.

After two more classes, it was finally time for lunch. Lucille sat with the usual people she always sat with but never talked to. They never seemed bothered by her presence but she didn't want to sit alone and look like a weirdo. She also didn't want people to try and sit with her in pity. She didn't need their pity.

Today seemed different, though. When she sat down, the table silenced and everyone sitting there looked at her pointedly.

"Aren't you that girl who never speaks? Why are you sitting here??" Asked one of the girls.

"I- I always sit here!" Lucille squeaked out.

"Yeah, well that's the only seat left. Your name isn't on it, so beat it." Said the same girl.

Anger flared through Lucille. She tried to control it, but it just got stronger.

"Well, excuse me mava java!"
Said Lucille angrily. She started to speak German when she was angry. She realized her mistake and yelped. Good thing those people didn't now what that means..

"What did you call me little bit-" the girl started to say but was cut off,

"DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" screamed Lucille. She was now standing and there was a croud starting to form. "I KNOW YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T WORK THEIR BUTT OFF TO RAISE YOU AND THEN EXPECT YOU TO ACT LIKE A OTHERMAY UCKINGFAY ITCHBAY!" shouted Lucille.

Now she was speaking pig latin. Next she would break stuff. Of course she would never hurt a living being, but she was secretly strong enough to break through the whole lunch table if she really got angry. It was starting to head in that direction.

The girl scowled. "Oh look everybody, it speaks. I am not surprised it speaks nonsense since it is brain deathly stupid."

Lucille's anger-o-meter was so high that it exploded in everlasting fire.

"I was speaking pig Latin, you can look it up! Iway ouldway ovelay otay eesay ouryay acefay enwhay you see atwhay it eansmay!" Lucille's voice was wavering in and out of pig Latin.

The girl lunged.

Oh, crap