Forsaking Lilly

Chapter Seven

So, Cooper was right. How could I miss the class full of girls with their asses in the air? Feeling just as queasy as ever, I made my way across the grass to the class. The girls here all wore black yoga pants and varying tight, red shirts. I seemed out-of-place with my simple black- tee and jeans, which made me self-consciously giggle. A few girls looked up at me from their downward-facing whatever and looked at me. Please tell me I wasn't in a room full of snobs.

The teacher stood up from somewhere among the rest of the girls and smiled brightly at me. You could tell she was very young at first glimpse. She was very slender and small, and her body seemed to be untarnished and perfect in all the right places. Her hair was light, and feathering and she'd even put in some high lights. She was really pretty,  but I really hoped she wasn't a snob.

" Are you new," she asked in a certainly bubbly voice.

" Yes I am," I tried to speak loudly over the knot in my throat.

" Oh, well, welcome to Mineral Wells high school." She shook my hand and then pointed over to a spot of grass that sat off to the right of the class. " You can just watch today, so you can get a feel of how the class works." I nodded and walked the long way, around the back of the class, to the tree and sat. I watched as the class moved to a difficult looking position called ' The tree.' Immediately, I hated that they had signed me up for this class.

Sitting in the grass, doing nothing, allowed my mind to run. The first place it roamed was, of course, my father. Slowly, I was coming to terms with his death. But, one question that had never been answered was why my father was at a pub. The sports bar was no where near a pub. I began to feel my eyes water so I quickly thought of something else to distract myself. The distracting thought: there was a girl staring at me.

She had naturally, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was really pretty and she looked very preppy, or she looked as preppy as she could be wearing yoga gear. I smiled at her a little and she returned it. Oh, was this my first friend?

As it turns out, the class finished quickly and then split into a break. The Blondie stood and made her way over to me instantly. " Hi," she said stopping in front of me. " I'm Eadie." She reached out her hand as an offer. Not wanting to seem rude, I stood and dusted my bottom. I shook her hand and offered her my best smile.

" I'm Calla, nice to meet you." She laughed and then ran through the normal 'welcome the new girl' routine.

" So, where are you from?" I knew she didn't really care, but I answered anyways.

" Maine. Well, to be more specific, Portland."

" Ooh, nice," she cooed. Oh please, as if she'd ever been outside of this damn town. She clapped her hands together and smiled an even brighter smile at me.

" So, do you have anyone to eat lunch with?"

" Um, well kinda. I-"

" Well," she cut me off and flipped her hair, " you can eat lunch with me." Well then.

My schedule: Yoga, Drama, Lunch, Home Economics, Health. The downside to this short schedule was that each class was about two hours. ( Eadie had, so cleverly, explained this to me ) So I spent two hours of first period listening to Eadie talk about...herself. So as you can imagine, after I heard the bell I was ready to dart.

" Wait !" Eadie called after me and waved me back over to her. Stifling a sigh, I walked back over and looked at her as kindly as I could muster. " What's your next class," she asked as she pulled her long hair into a pony-tail.

" Oh, drama." I muttered impatiently, shifting my weight.

" Ooh! I have that next too, you're going to love the class. Hey, let's just go to the locker room so I can change out of this and then we'll head to class." She scrunched up her nose in what she meant to be cute and then walked past me to lead me to the locker room. Inside, I was crying, but I followed her anyways.

Instead of going back through the glass doors, we went around towards what I assumed was the back of the building. Another set of glass doors was against this side of the high school and we went inside here. The inside was much liked you would expect a locker room to look, rows and rows of lockers and girls.

Eadie did this annoying finger twist thing at me and bounced off to get dressed. When she was out of ear shot ( I wanted to be polite ), I sighed and leaned against a near by wall. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Patience was never an attribute of mine.

I hated my mother for sending me to school. I mean, she could have given me more time to adjust..or something. We'd just moved here two days ago, what happened to the " settling-in" process? Didn't she understand that I was still mourning?

" Okay, all done." Eadie came over and linked her arms with me, tugging me off the wall. My eyes widened in shock, but I kept my mouth shut. I let her tug me along out of the locker room and into the over-flowing halls.

My eyes swept down the hall, taking in all the new faces and all the new sights. Eadie called out, rather loudly, to people I assumed she knew. Many stopped to ask who I was and she introduced me as " her friend Calla". I eyed her every time she said this but smiled and introduced myself to all the new people.

It took us pretty much the whole seven minute passing period to get to the theatre ( Which was only a little ways down from the locker room), and when we did get there I was practically desperate to separate from her. " Oh hey," I began, " I'm gonna go inside and give the teacher my schedule, kay?" Eadie smiled and nodded her head, releasing my arm.

" Okay, no problem. I'll be inside in a sec-," Eadie seemed to see somebody she knew and took off down the hall after them. " Bridgett," she screeched running up and hugging a very tall brunette.

I turned and hurried into the class room, excited to be separate from Eadie. Well, for as long as I could be.