Prologue
“Move, Geek!” I spat at the pimple faced, freshman who ran in front of me. I raised my hand and gestured for the kid to run along, but she just stood there and stared with a bewildered expression.
What is wrong with this kid?
“Girls,” I gestured over my shoulders to my friends Ashley and India “Deal with ‘it’,” I said as I pointed to the freshman, who now didn’t seem to know where to look.
India and Ashley stepped forward, forming a barrier in front of me. By moving closer to the freshman she began to rock on her feet, clearly intimidated and clearly fighting the urge to back away. She didn’t last long though because as India and Ashley stared at her, she tentatively took a step back. I smirked.
Typical freshman.
“Let’s get this straight kid, Ivy rules the halls around here, so when she tells you to move guess what you do?” India’s usually high voice hissed out - like a snake to its prey - as she continued to walk closer and closer to the freshman.
Following India’s lead in moving, the freshman copied only backwards, as her nervous blue eyes shook as they stared at India in complete dismay.
“Huh? What do you do kid?” Ashley chipped, in an attempt to steal India’s thunder and show she was better than her.
Always competing to be my better friend.
Ashley walked forward, like she was actually stalking the kid, as she repeated the same action India had just done. The freshman’s quivering eyes whipped back and forth between India and Ashley as she stuttered “I-I-I move?”
“Good. Now scurry along to your classes before you get on Ivy’s bad side” India’s, venom laced voice, patronised. The freshman swiftly turned to walk away when Ashley sneered
“And you don’t want to do that, sweetie,” She lifted her manicured hand to give a victory wave which only caused the kid to stumbled faster out of view.
Simultaneously, almost as if they had practiced it, the girls turned to smile at me, waiting. They wanted my approval.
Ha! Fat chance of that, the kid didn’t even cry.
“Ashley - ok, but India you could have done better. I mean come on how are we supposed to establish the fact that I am in control of this school, to the fresh meat.”
As the words rolled of my tongue a smile grew on Ashley’s freshly lip glossed lips. She turned to India and smirked as she flicked her golden blonde locks over her shoulder.
India rolled her ice blue eyes in attempt to make it look like she didn’t care, but she did. I knew she did, because she started playing with her straight, black hair - which is what she always does when she is uncomfortable.
I shrugged off the confrontation with the freshman; I pushed between my friends as I lead the way to our lockers. While walking I surveyed over my hallway, same vinyl floor and same red paint chipped lockers which were lit up by the beaming lights that were arranged around the ceiling. Along with the many missing ceiling tiles that randomly scattered themselves among the lights.
Various different classroom doors positioned themselves within the numerous rows of lockers. Each door had the subject and the teacher’s name embellished on a cheap gold spray painted plaque that was roughly nailed to the door.
The corridor was filled with nervous, big, bright eyed freshman that frantically rushed around trying to find their lockers and their first classroom, where they would endure their first welcoming class in the school.
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