Chapter Two
Now here I would like to tell you all a little about me Candice Jules Blue, but I really just preferred being called Candy. First and foremost I am, despite contrary belief, not a baby eater nor have I ever been admitted into a psychiatric ward. I may not go to church every Sunday and question the existence of the Lord Almighty once in a while, however it does not mean I plan on sacrificing little baby goats to Satan anytime soon. But I'm for certain not going to tell the whole class who all look to be expectantly waiting for me to grow a tail and horns any minute now.
"Alright, everybody settle down now. As you all know today we will have a new student joining us, so please give her your undivided attention as she introduces herself." Mr. Jameson, my new homeroom teacher gave me a pointed look, "Miss. Candice, if you'll please."
Well here goes nothing.
"Hi, the name's Candy Blue, and I will be your classmate for the remainder of the year," I said, with a small, completely awkward wave.
"So, is that your real hair color or something?" someone shouted from the back of the room.
"Uh, no if I remember correctly I wasn't born with hot pink hair." I retorted. Cue an obvious eye roll.
"So you chose to have hair like that?" a girl asked, eliciting laughter from the rest of the class. Yeah, Ha Ha real mature people.
"Yes, I chose to dye my hair pink. Any more questions?" I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
Thankfully, Mr. Jameson intervened before anyone could ask any more inappropriate questions. "I think that's enough for now, class. You can ask Miss. Candy more questions after my class."
"Take a seat next to Mr. Carrington here and let's get started with class."
As I took a seat next to Mr. Carrington, I couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring at me like I was Taylor Swift or something. Mr. Carrington seemed as disinterested in my presence as he was in listening to Mr. Jameson's lesson on school policies.
"Oh gosh, is she wearing leather pants? Who does that?" From the corner of the room a gaggle of girls giggling like it was just the funniest thing.
Don't take it to heart too much, new girl. This town feeds on gossip." Ah, so my silent neighbor speaks.
"I've noticed," I replied, smiling at him. "But don't worry, pretty boy. I won't lose any sleep over it."
That earned me a small, crooked smile from him. "People here don't really take well to change or strangers, especially ones who are as... interesting looking as you."
"Are you saying I'm funny looking?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Pretty boy was quite the looker - strong jawline, captivating hazel eyes, and soft brown hair. Even his eyelashes were thick and lush. Damn boys and their luscious lashes.
"Not my exact words, but yeah a little." Ah, he has a dimple. Cute.
"How charming of you."
We were silent for the rest of the class on until they were thankfully saved by the bell.
"Now remember everyone is to report to the auditorium for the mandatory welcoming assembly."
"Come on Candy is it? I'll show you the way."
Before we made it to the door, someone ran or more like rammed into my shoulder.
"Oh excuse me, I didn't see you there." It was one of the giggling girls from before, and she looks to be the only dark-skinned girl in the group. "Maybe next time you should watch where you're going." And with the most charming and fakest smile, she strutted away, her perfect curls following after.
