Marcel's mean girl

一 Future prostitute?

Mayla's p.o.v.

"Hi my name is Mayla and I just moved over here from Zimbabwe Africa. No. Hey guys I'm Mayla the white African and I like to ride elephants to school." I sighed and plonked myself down on my new bed, fighting the urge to tear my hair out. Now that will be a great first impression.

Today was the first day of attending my new school, since I moved here to America from Africa. Shocking news to some, I know. Just so you guys know, we don't live in mud huts and go hunting every night to find meat to cook on our campfire. We actually have electricity,
smartphones, and whatnot,
things that I personally consider as essential items in my everyday survival.

I had to come to America immediately due to my dad's work, so here I am, in the middle of first semester thrown into senior year and expected to magically have an amazing high school experience. Or the one year that was left of it.

"You know how kids are, they meet new kids and next minute they're begging for a sleepover!" I once overheard my mum saying to a worried looking dad. Well newsflash mom, little Mayla isn't in primary school anymore, she's an awkward 17 year old who has anxiety in most social situations.

I rolled my eyes at my parents' naïveté at thinking I'll fit right into my new school like a puzzle piece. I'm pretty sure high school doesn't work like that. So my paranoiac thoughts once invaded my head and I quickly scribbled on my "speech" onto my hand.

I read my "speech" out loud, one which I've perfected and written over a hundred times just because I was paranoid like that.

"Hi my name's Mayla and I've just moved from Africa." Maybe too simple? I didn't want to come off as unapproachable and closed off. Maybe it's too formal and boring, no one will ever talk to me. What if I can't make any friends? What if I have to sit alone in the cafeteria? Will there even be any seats for me?

Calm down Mayla. Breathe.

I finally controlled my orgious thoughts and grabbed my backpack to rush out of the house. "I'm off to school mum!" I shouted as I exited the door.

"Have a good day sweetie, make some nice friends!" She replied. I sighed once again and started walking to school.

I attentively followed the directions that google maps was giving me on my phone, since I had no idea where I was going. I kicked a rock under my feet, and that's when I heard a shuffling of feet behind me. My childish nagging fear of being followed by a psychopathic man got the better of me and I turned around to sneak a glance.

Oh. That wasn't a pedophile man at all. In fact, it was a boy who seemed around my age, carrying a schoolbag too. He had nice alien socks, and large thick framed glasses on his face. His hair was bathed in gel to form a slick brown blob on the top of his head. He wore a checkered vest along with some khaki pants.

The boy's whole attire screamed the cliche nerd, and if the nerd inside him could actually scream my eardrums would have been torn by its aggressiveness. But then again, who was I to judge? I was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings on my first day, my brown hair messily put into a bun.

So I shrugged and continued to mind my own business, focusing so I didn't get lost on my first day.

"Turn right on Powell street. Turn right. Turn right." Um... Why is this chick telling me to walk into this graveyard? I thought with a frown.

"Redirecting the course. Take a u turn on the next street." The voice on my phone instructed me.

"What the fuck?" I murmured under my breath wondering why this gps couldn't do its job for once. It was bad enough I didn't want to go to school, but now it seemed even my only guide in life at the moment didn't want that either. Call me melodramatic, I was just not in the mood. What in the heck was I supposed to do?

I continued to walk forward without direction, having a minor existential crisis.

"Uum e-excuse me" I heard a squeaky voice from behind me. I turned my head to face the boy again, his cheeks now showcasing a tinge of pink.

"Yes?" I replied stoically, my mind rushing through flashes of my future where I had left school to become a millionaire stripper.

"You're going the w-wrong way to school. I-If Midland senior highschool is where you're going th-that is" he managed to stutter out.

I stared blankly at him, wondering if life as a stripper would really be that bad. Then his words registered. Oh shit I was going the wrong way.

"Oh shit I'm going the wrong way" I said. This earned a small chuckle from the boy. I noticed his voice was pretty deep when he wasn't stammering. Pretty hot that's what it was.

"It's my first day today...." I said awkwardly into the air. He blinked. "Would you mind if I followed you to school today?" I asked, practically begging. Well my mind was begging. I hoped I looked totally calm on the surface and not like a person who was just considering stripping as a serious career option.

The boy looked back at me as if I'd grown a third head, I mean second head. Why? Oh shit maybe he didn't even go to my school and I'd just asked a stranger to escort me there? If so, then I seriously messed up.

Just as I was about to say something, the boy spoke up. "Y-yeah, but are you sure?" he breathed out.

"Well why wouldn't I be? I'm kind of lost and I don't even know where my house is" I hoped he could find the humour in my satirical nature. I thought I was pretty funny.

"It's j-just that.... Well.. It's your first d-day and you'll get a bad reputation if you're seen with me" he said.

"And why's that?"

"Can't y-you see? I'm a nerd and nobody likes me since I'm so bad at everything except studying" he ranted out, his eyes widening as he realised he'd said a bit to much to a stranger.

"Well those people can go fuck themselves" I muttered harshly, anger boiling at my memories of my previous schools. I guess I did have a hard time fitting in since I changed school 14 times.

The boy must've expected a different response, as he seemed pretty shocked right now. Or maybe scared? I don't know. It seemed like he was having an internal feud, but eventually gave up and said, "s-sure. Great."
He sent me a forced smile and continued to trudge along, expecting me to follow behind.

"Hey! Wait, what's your name?" I asked.

"Marcel" he whispered, and I almost didn't catch it. Maybe I should be his friend, since I don't have any right now. Good plan.

"Okay Marcel!" I cheerily said, rushing to catch up beside him. "My name is Mayla Hoffman, thanks for being my personal escort" I tried to brighten the mood.

It seemed to have worked, as i earned a small laughter from him.

It was a beautiful sound, like fairies singing on the clouds.

Shit did I really just think that? I had no idea what was coming over me, but I knew one thing for certain. Marcel had the most captivating green eyes that I've ever seen before. You could say they were... Indescr-eye-bable. I debated on whether I should share my amazing pun with him but I decided against it. I didn't want to scare away my first potential friend.

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Hey guuuuys hope you liked this chapter!

Also I won't be putting up a picture of who I picture Mayla as because honestly I think imagination is best and everyone will be picturing her differently. It's like reading an amazing book then being shocked at the cast of the movie. And you start to wonder if your whole life has been a lie.

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