Taylor - stripes and shadows (lesbian) [on hold]

Chapter 2 - Preppy, I am not.

 I woke to the screaming of my alarm clock and the urge to throw it out of the window was completely overwhelming. Instead of murdering the killer to my sleep, I settled for slamming my fist onto the snooze button and rolling over. Unfortunately, my mum decided to pop her head around the door

“Come on, up and at ‘em, it’s your first day at a new school. What kind of impression are you going to make if you turn up late?” Mum said from the door.

“A very good one? I don’t want to get up, it's too damn early for school.” I whined. My old school didn’t start until 9 in the morning, having to wake up at 6 did not make me happy. I guess you could say, I’m not much of a morning person at all.

“Oh stop complaining and get up before your breakfast get’s cold.” And with that, she headed downstairs.

It wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d thrown my breakfast in the bin by the time I’d made it downstairs. I’d had to rummage through box’s of clothes to find something to wear, as I hadn’t unpacked yet, another flaw in my personality. I was lazy as hell and my mum liked to remind me at ever opportunity she got of this fact, as she did now.

“I told you, you should have unpacked your things as soon as we got here.” I felt like poking the triumphant look right out of her eyes.

Muttering under my breath about how I’d like to unpack her some where, I sat down at the table and proceeded to eat my now cold beacon and eggs. (No white bit’s, because they don’t taste of anything, when I eat something I like to be able to taste it)

After breakfast I went out to where the school bus would park, something I wasn’t used to. Back home we had to bum a ride of someone who has a car to get to school (e.g. your parents). Over here, they just have a bus come and pick anyone who doesn’t have a car up.

Looking around, I made sure no one was watching and slide behind a bush, making sure that my mum couldn’t see me out of the windows of the house. I got a cigarette out of the pack I’d stashed in my bag and sparked up, taking a deep drag and exhaling with a sigh before spotting the bus making it’s way down the road. Cursing softly under my breath I docked the cig out and straightened up before looking at it. “What a damn waste” I muttered as I  flicked the cig into the bush.

The bus pulled up to the curb in front of me. Getting on it, I looked around and muttered my second swear word of the day as I realised there wasn’t many seat’s left. I made my way down the center of the bus and spotted a seat next to a blond girl, who was staring at her reflection in a compact mirror.

“Do you mind getting the fuck out of my light?” Compact mirror bitch said with an annoyed edge to her voice. She didn't even look up when I sat down.

(Insert extremely sarcastic voice here) Oh how I just knew I’d love it at my new school. Little did I know.

The bus made it to school on time, even though we where stuck in traffic for quite a while. I guess it was a usual occurrence considering no one made a fuss about it. Compact mirror bitch didn’t say a word to me the whole time and I felt like asking what the hell her problem was, but couldn’t be bothered with having an argument with someone on my first day.

The bus stopped and everyone made there way off, walking through the main gate’s of the school. I stopped in my tracks and looked up at the seemingly imposing building, haunting yet majestic all at the same time. The sheer size of it had me straining my neck to see where the massive dull brickwork and the pale blue sky met. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and realised I’d stood there for a good 5 minutes gawking. Turning around, I didn’t immediately see the owner of the hand that tapped me, mostly because I was looking straight over her head. Realising what I’d done, I blushed slightly, from being caught gawking and from looking straight over her and I was met with a smile.

“Don’t worry about the whole looking straight over me thing, everyone does it.” She calmly stuck her hand out and I quickly clasped it and gave a small shake.

“my names Amber, nice to meet a new face. I can tell your new, because I’ve never seen you around and everyone who’s new usually stares at the building when they first see it. It’s not as scary as it looks.”

“Um... I’ll take your word for that then. Name’s Taylor, but my friends just call me Tay” I smiled and she returned it right back. Amber had brownie red hair that framed an oval face and went perfectly with her tanned skin. She wore a tightly fitted Bur-berry shirt and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her thighs and butt perfectly, I noted as she lead me into the school. Shaking my head to clear that thought, I noticed the different cliche's that where lining the hall’s. Just like any other school, there were the jocks and the cheerleader’s, the stoners/ Mosher’s, the nerds and then the in between. (the people that where not classified as popular nor unpopular). As we made our way down the hall, Amber stopped to talk to someone in every cliche. It was strange, I’d never met someone that could get on with people from so many different social groups.

Amber finally stopped and turned to me, “What’s your locker number?”

“Err...I wrote it down on my class schedule.” I said as I fished around in my bag and found it scrunched up at the bottom. Smoothing  it out as best as I could, I handed it to her.

“Cool, it’s that one over there.” She pointed to a locker just to the right of a bunch of nerds who looked pretty engrossed in something on a laptop. “I also noticed you have the same tutor group as I do.” She handed me back my schedule with a smile, “Pretty lucky huh?”

I just smiled and nodded my agreement. After stuffing the books I didn’t need into my locker, we made our way to our tutor group room.