Fallen Angels [DISCONTINUED]

April IV

An Unexpected Arrival

"When I was younger, so much younger than today I never needed anybody's help in any way, but now these days are gone I'm not so self-assured. Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors"- The Beatles Help

"Buzz off Violet, don't you have small children to torture or something?" I snap at the unmoving, cackling mass that has planted itself in front of my locker.

With a toss of her long, glossy jet-black hair, Violet smoothly replies, "Of course not, that was yesterday. My agenda today consists of, hmm..." she pretends to trail off before narrowing her eyes into cat-like slits and fixing a malicious grin on her face, "Oh, right! Teaching lessons to annoying. Little. Party-crashers. Like. You." Violet prods me with an extra-sharp, perfectly manicured fingernail to emphasize each word.

"Funny." My retort oozes sarcasm as I continue on, "Now move out of my way before I get a teacher involved."

Violet fixes an expression of mock fear on her face, curving her bright red lips into a perfect little 'o' at the bottom of her face.

"Ooooooh, scary!" she snarls before fixing a pout, "What's your teacher gonna do? Send me to time-out? Boo-hoo."

However,  irregardless of her low regard of my threats, Violet steps out of the way of my locker- with just enough swagger to convey that she still feels in control of the situation. I let out a little huff of breath and quickly spin the dial back and forth until the lock clicks open. All of the books in my locker are coordinated by class period and color, so it only takes me a minute to load my books into my backpack. Much to my chagrin when I look up again from my small metal cube, Violet has yet to slink back to whatever pit of despair she came from.

"Well, do you want something?" I grunt with a grimace.

Cocking her hip, Violet lets out a snigger. "I just figured we could hang out together a bit today. Get to know each other a little better, right? I think I'll stick to you like glue; won't that be fun?"

I let out a loud groan and slam my locker shut, beginning a brisk walk towards homeroom, the first period of the day. Unfortunately, true to her word, Violet is trailing after me like some sort of demented, over-mascaraed puppy. I can already tell that today is going to be a great day.

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My hands are massaging my temples as I attempt to look straight ahead and drown out Violet's incessant blabbering. From the second we walked into homeroom, about twenty-ish minutes ago, until now, Violet has decided to tell me every little detail and reason behind her (not-so) secret hatred for nearly every kid in our grade.

"....Yeah, so he is like way to obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons, y'know? So I was all like ew, get away from me you creep. And then there's this girl, Jade Higgins- what's even wrong with her, I mean..."

I consider repeatedly slamming my head against the desk, but I figure all that'll happen is that I'll have a double migraine. Seeing no plausible way out of this situation, I close my eyes and hum Show You (by Shawn Mendes; look it up, it's really good <3), which has been stuck in my head since last night when I had my bad day playlist crooning from my computer, under my breath. The buzz of Violet talking sure hasn't gone away, but it has at least been reduced to a WaAhHaHawaHaAaWaAaaa, like the adults' voices in Charlie Brown.

Suddenly, a voice rings out like a lighthouse's beam, cutting through the fog of Violet's rambles.

"April,  this is Peter Lindbergh," Ms. Kennedy, my homeroom teacher, says warmly, "Peter is a foreign exchange student from Sweden and he will be with us for the remainder of the year."