Daddy's Girl

Mystery Blocks, Popular Kids, "Weirdos".

By the time we reached school, the curtain had opened. The sky was bright blue, white cotton balls spread out across it; tiny silhouettes of birds, and an occasional aeroplane, flew past- filling the air with a pretty little chirp.

"Great." Mia sighs, somewhat sarcastically cheerful.
"Here's to another absolutely tremendous day in the fine and dandy old land of Willow Creek Academy."
I laughed at Mia's comment- the sarcastic tone of her high, girly voice made it sound way too un-serious.

It certainly was going to be an 'absolutely tremendous day in the fine and dandy old land of Willow Creek Academy'. Who am I kidding? It was going to be awful.

I glanced around me. Like I had said before, the school wouldn't be too bad if it weren't for all the asses that attend.

It was actually quite a pretty school: the walls were a warm beige, a slight marble texture; the entrance doors were glass and automatic- though the rest of the many doors in the Academy, painted burgandy red, were heavy wood; there were about six buildings, excluding the single-floored entrance building, each either two or three stories; a huge field, about four acres, on which all sorts of different sports were played- along with a bunch of other, smaller fields dotted around the school; vines and flowers hanging from the blocks. It was a beautiful sight if I'm honest.

All of the school was actually pretty neat, except for one building. An old, run down, three story block; smashed and broken, far away from the others. The windows were smashed, while a few were boarded up with thick wood pieces covered in graffiti; the doors, which I assume were once painted olive, must have been hacked into a couple times and the paint was peeling; the outer walls were cedar, though were extremely dirty and covered in moss. Other than the people, that was what made the school ugly.

That one block seemed to have some kind of secret. Everyone spoke about it, whereas the teachers refused to speak of it. Nobody really knew why...

Me and Mia walked through the entrance doors, they slid open. The room wasn't full, but there were quite a few people inside. We wandered through the block- towards the field leading off towards the other blocks.

A couple snickers and giggles were heard as we walked through. We weren't exactly the most popular people in school.

Mia came from a rough area, her family is huge- Her Mother, Mandy; her Father; Billy; her older Brother, Marshall; her older Sister, Melanie; the twins, Matty and Mackenzie; her younger Brother, Mickey; and her. They aren't exactly what you call wealthy, but that doesn't matter. Their hearts are big enough to forget about that.
She's average height, about five foot five; her skin fair, freckled, her cheeks always (naturally) bright red along with her lips; her hand has a rather large birth mark, which she hates, in the shape of a wonky heart; she has golden-beige hair which is naturally bushy, but she tries to straighten it, resulting in kinky waves- she always has some sort of accessory, a bow or headband; her eyes huge, hazel green orbs; and she always wears a dress or skirt- occasionally a pair of jeans or shorts.
Her voice; high pitched- a little squeaky, a slight stutter and a small, occasional lisp.

And then there's me. I'm tall, about five foot eight; my skin is warm ivory, freckles all over my face though only those across my nose and cheeks are visable; my eyes are sapphire blue, like my "Mother's"; my hair is dark brown, curly, long and falls down my back- I'm usually always wearing some kind of cap or beanie, along with shorts or leggings and a pair of trainers.

We're complete opposites: Mia is a total girly-girl, blonde and everything I'm not; I'm a tomboy skater type and everything Mia's not. We have things in common, don't get me wrong, but being different is better sometimes.

We strolled down the hall, quiet.

"ARG!" Mia cried out, stumbling to the floor. I managed to grab her arm before she collided with the cold tiles. I looked around us, people were laughing and holding onto each other- mocking us.
Then I noticed a couple of "popular" girls in our year, Rhianne Pope and Maegan Walker. They were standing close to us, Rhianne's foot out slightly.

"What was that for?" I yell at them. You could say I'm the fiery one out of the two of us, though Mia isn't so bad herself- except she can't fight her way out of a paper bag.
The duo laughed more, I cringed at their idiocity.
Maegan shrugged, while Rhianne attempted to calm herself.
"Popular kids do that to weirdos." She grimaced, swaggering away with Rhianne.
"WELL YOU BETTER GROW UP!" I yell after them.

I shook my head, pulled Mia up.
"You ok?" I asked her.
She brushed herself down, flipping her kinky hair out of her face.
"Yeah I'm fine. They're just asses." She laughed. I laughed with her and we continued walking.

We passed a few other people on our way out, then we finally reached the doors. They slid open, revealing the rest of the school.

Everything was silent for a moment between me and Mia. Then she spoke up.
"Say... Um... Terri?" She stuttered a little.
I looked around at her, her face red and her eyes scared.
"Yeah?"
She paused for a moment. Pointed.

"Brianna."