Glynda

Chapter One: Austin Richard

(So, the pictures I use for my characters wont exactly match the description. This is because I created my characters before looking for pictures to match them. I only added pictures because I know some people like to have pictures to put with the characters.)

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  The air around us is still so very cold as always in December, or at least in Louisiana it is. You could hear the cheerleaders and other staff outside the classroom chattering and decorating the hallways for this year's dance. I looked up at the board, to write down tonight's assignment. 

'Bdddddring!' 

  Everyone began to gather their stuff and head towards the door, talking about tonight's homework.

  "Now hold on, hold on, class. The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do!" the teacher announced loudly.

 The whole class groaned, sitting back down. My fingers impatiently tapped against my math book, my lips letting out a 'huff'. I looked over to the clock. Mr. Henderson always makes me late for science. 

 "Now, you all know the principle left me in charge of the Winter's Dream Dance and I have some flyers. Same as last year... Admission is twelve dollars, and the dress code is to be followed. Jake, that means your tuxedo T-shirt isn't allowed. I'd hate to send you home." The whole class let out a chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "Also, you may only bring ONE person from outside the school, in reasonable age range and they must bring an ID. Dismissed and don't forget the flyer. It's in two weeks!"

   I stood up from my desk and walked over to the door, not forgetting to grab the flyer that Mr. Henderson was handing out. I skimmed over the words and chuckled. As if I was going. I crumpled the brightly printed paper and stuffed it in my hoodie pocket. Every year they have this dance for Christmas, but since you aren't allowed to name a dance "Christmas Dance" anywhere, they find some other stupid name for it. This year, it's "Winter's Dream Dance". I have yet to go to any type of dance, even prom, since the tenth grade. 

  "Glynda! Hey, Glynda!" I looked behind me to see my best friend yelling my name, waving the school dance flyer in his hand. "Glynnie Pig!" He's gonna be late fro class if he waited on me to get out of Henderson's class. 

  "Dante Jackson! You are gonna be in trouble with Ms. Guidry if you don't hurry over to class."

  His lips turned straight and his brows furrowed. So it was gonna be that look, huh? The, 'Stop being a mom friend and loosen up.' look. "Shut up, and listen." My arms crossed and I looked at him. Slowly, I began to continue to walk to my locker. We have the same class this period, anyways. "Better keep up, then, and I hope you already have your stuff from your locker."

"Yes, ma'am!" He solute me before tagging along.

"So are you going to the dance, Glynnie Pig?"

  I looked over to him, raising an eyebrow before grabbing the crumpled up flyer from my pocket. "What do you think?" He looked down at it and frowned, before I put it in his hand. "Come on! You haven't gone to a single dance since tenth grade. We're in twelfth grade, now. This is your last chance to experience that atmosphere." 

  Dante stopped when I got to my locker, and my fingers began to work their magic on the lock, twisting and turning it. It opened to reveal pictures of me and Dante all the way back to the third grade. My favorite one always stuck out. It was of me and him in the sand at Holly Beach. His smile was missing his front tooth, and so was mine; we called each  other twins at the time because of it. To this day we still hold that towards each other, despite our obvious differences in looks. 

  Scattered across the bridge of his nose, dark freckles lay on his beautiful, light hazelnut skin. His bleached, ringlet hair reaches his sharp jaw, his bangs dangling in front of his dark brows. Despite the stereotype, genetics blessed him with icy blue eyes that could stare into anyone's soul. To add to it, his tall six-one athletic stature is far the opposite of my five-four thin one.

  I looked over into the mirror on my locker door. Like I said, my looks were quite different. My strawberry blonde colored hair was cut to about my jaw like his, but was layered and boringly straight; the bangs slanted across my heart shaped face and soft brows. A light grassy green could describe my doe eyes and, unlike Dante, my freckles lightly sprinkled over all of my sandy beige skin.  

   He looked over to the picture I was staring at and chuckled. "Still my Twinsies, right?"

  "Haha," I paused and shut my locker, the text book I needed now in hand. "Yeah, but with our adult teeth now grown in." A smile took place on my face and I started walking towards class. 

                                                                                            ~*~

  The bell rang before we could get class, but there was no teacher in sight. We sat down and hurriedly began to get our needed stuff from our binders and onto our desks. I looked up at the board and began to write down the bell ringer. What's a bell ringer? Well, a bell ringer a short question written on the board that we write down in our bell ringer book and answer. Ms. Guidry checks them randomly through the year. 

  Our teacher came through the door and walked over to her podium. "Good afternoon class! I hope everyone has had a good day, today." Everyone began to chatter about how today either sucked or was okay. "Quiet down, quiet down. This doesn't mean to start talking.... Now, " She paused before going over to the door and opening it, a person coming in. Oh, a new student. I looked back down at my Bell Ringer and continued to figure out the answer. Honestly, I could care less about a new student. 

  "This is Arden Richards. He will be joining our school, so I expect all of you to give him a warm welcome... Would you like to introduce yourself?"

  That's when I blocked out the class and focused on my book instead. At least that was until I heard my name. "....Miss. Deetry." I looked up from my book and looked at the teacher. "Ma'am?"

  In my view was one of the cutest boys I've ever seen.

(Not finished with chapter)