Through the Glass Door

chapter two: my adoring fans are MIA

Whoosh, wow that's a difference. When is this school's thermostat going to actually work? Evidently never. The gym is sweltering and I can already see sweat trickling down our teachers back. I smirk, pretending to fan my face. Not like I need to. Everyone knows that pretty girls dont sweat. Leah will be shedding buckets,though, so I say this really for her benefit.

"Eek! Thank God I straightened my hair today," and every other day, for that matter,"this heat is totally gonna make it frizz up!" I throw my hands up melodramatically and wrinkle my nose, waiting to hear Leah's usual response, always in the form of a chirp. Theohmigosh you? You always look great! that I'm looking for isn't immediate. What, nothing? I flip my hair for extra emphasis. Still no response, so I cough delicately. "Leah, really. Honestly how many times do I have to tell you? You're -" pausing I turn to glare at her, planning to burn her with a laser look. That look, and my words designed to sting, are the true dynamic duo. Leah usually wilts and apologizes, just as she should. She knows the rules of being my friend,everyone knows. Except, instead of that scene, when I turn, I'm looking at empty air. Where'd she go? Did she already clear out in anticipation? I pout, way to go Leah, ruin my fun. Wussy.

"Can you believe her?" I'm not saying this to anyone in particular, but I at least expected to here voices murmering their mindless agreement.

Maybe I got hit in gym, and passed out. Am I dreaming? Leah never leaves my side, even when I wish she would. What did the board say? Badminton. Yea, I could've definitely been hit with a shuttlecock and blacked out, falling gracefully of course. My breath catches, is Caden standing over me right now? Thinking of doing mouth to mouth to revive me? Oh please let that be it.

Sighing, I glance at Michelle, half expecting her to not be there since Leah isn't. She is. Phew. Except... not quite? Michelle's walking in front of me. What? I walk in front. Always. It's a rule.  In fact, no one's walking near me at all. Even in my dreams I walk in front and everyone follows my rules. This is the nightmare I have not had since, well, since ever! What is going on here? I tick off the rules that my life always goes by, awake and not.

1. Pretty girls don't sweat. (So true, I don't sweat at all. Never have, and never will).

2. I am flawless. (don't ever forget it, you are simply graced by my presence!).

3.When I demean myself, you deny it and compliment me instead. (Obviously, I'm just being modest and giving you a chance to speak.)

4. I need personal space! But never leave me alone. I can't look like a loner. Ever. (aka, someone needs to be at least 3 feet from me 24/7, unless I express otherwise.)

5. You walk exactly 2 paces behind me at all times, or directly to my left 1 pace diagonally if there is only two of us at the time. (Which should never happen. I should be flanked on both sides whenever I walk.)

6. Don't annoy me. (Annoy me? You're out. No questions asked.)

7. Always call me the night before to color coordinate outfits. (Your colors need to compliment me. I can't stand near you if we clash.)

8. I will always have the best and newest.

9. More popular than me? Forget it. Now.

10. I, Cambry Anderson, am always right. (As if that wasn't obvious enough already).

Okay, so the rules are still here, just why aren't any of them being followed? Number one, I'm still pretty. Wait what? Sweat is springing out on my palms from nervousness. Eew. I never sweat. Ever. Giving myself a once over, I nodd. Still beautiful. Nothing's changed there. Number two, nothing's different. Heck, I'm so flawless I'd date myself! Number three. No compliments are  coming. No one is talking to me at all. Say what? Personal space is next. Geez, there's so much space around me I don't think any of it can be called personal anymore. No one is behind me, or next to me, except for maybe Michelle, who's slightly in front of me. Too much for her to really be walking with me, per say. Without other people, though, rules 5 through 10 don't even apply anymore. That's half of them! At least number two is still there. I sigh, relieved. Maybe it's my first bad day since middle school. I shudder, thinking about it now. But maybe, that's just it. My first bad day in forever, and all my fans missing in action.