The Vessel Chronicles: Grandmas little girl

Stubborn

Hey’a guys! It’s me! Sorry I haven’t been posting… I’ve had so much going on! I shall try and get on with it! Sorry if this one isn’t as good… I have no idea how to get on with it… but with that being said I shall try and get this done! Love you guys! Vote, Comment and Follow! Xxxxx

I climb out of the limo and sling my bag over my shoulder. “Now don’t forget your English homework is due and you have your Greek exam… have fun ok? If those girls say anything just ignore them… alright?” Clayton says looking in my eyes pleadingly. I may or may not have a problem with the school sluts picking on me.

“Alright! Now get lost before they call the cops on you again…” I say pouring as much attitude that is possible into my words. Clayton cringes at the mention of the mistake made long ago. “Okay… but seriously. Call me if you need anything. Alright? I’ll see you later… Have a good day!” He calls as the car pulls away.

I sigh and trudge inside the gate, my fingers looped into the straps pulling them. Maybe today won’t be so bad. If I don’t think about the nightmares… I ponder to myself. Soon I find myself at my locker and snap out of my little trance. “38… 28… 38… AHHHHHHHH!” I scream as a hand bangs onto the metal door in front of me cause me to panic. “YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!!!!!! YOU WERE ALL LIKE ‘WTF!’ AND I WAS ALL LIKE ‘BAHAHAHHAHA!’ THIS IS SOOO GOING ON T-S-N-S!!!” My hair-brained friend, Cecelia Van Buren, cackles reaching for her highly expensive phone to alert the world about her little ‘prank’ on my behalf. “Yeah, yeah… very funny…” I mumble opening my locker and putting my huge bag inside.

“There you are! What took you so long!? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” I turn around to face, Mitchel Cross. My best guy-friend and the ‘hottest’ guy in the school... apparently… but I’ve never seen him as anything but my friend so I wouldn’t know. “Traffic was a bit busy this morning… Clayton even got me out of the house early to beat it but alas we did not make it in time…” I say giving him a hug. I turn back to my locker and grab my books for the first class and close the door locking it.

I think I should probably tell you about my friends now. First there’s Mitchel Cross, like I said before, hottest guy in school, captain of the soccer team and president of the student body. He gets us into all the parties and social events to keep us at the top. Then there’s Cecelia Van-Buren. She’s our gossip queen, lets us in on the happenings of the school. Then there’s Mania and Mildred McOlden, heads of the girls Rugby and Wrestling teams. Our ‘protection’, they take out any trouble makers, but they don’t know about the girls that hang shit on me. Then there’s, Michelle Fry and her twin Andrew. Our own personal nerd’s, if we need help with a subject or anything Michelle helps, and if we fail a test in class or something Andrew hacks the school computer to change the grade. And lastly there is me. The human lie-detector. I determine if we should trust people or not. It’s a gift that my mom passed onto me. I can tell whether or not people are lying to us. I don’t know how I just… know.

Anyway! So we’re walking to first period in a sort of triangle formation, with Mitchel at the front, me and Cecelia by his sides, Michelle and Andrew by our sides and Mania and Mardia by theirs. I know. Cliché. But hell! Show’s that we’re on top and well we stay that way. We arrive at our first class for the day. Advanced chemistry. Fun. “Good morning all! This morning you’re all in for a very interesting pop-quiz!” Mr Dannersmot announces with all the cheerfulness of a beloved dog when its owners come home.

By the time we reach our last class, which I only have with Mitchel and Mania, I am convinced that something is wrong. I don’t know how but I just have a feeling that something is wrong. I’ve ignored it all day but I just can’t stand it anymore. I unthinkingly reach for my phone and dial Clayton’s cell phone number quickly and place the receiver to my right ear. “Hello?” comes the crackly reply. “Clayton! It’s Diana! I have a bad feeling and I-” I’m interrupted by the noise of absence. “SON OF A BITCH! He hung upon me!” I yell to my friends as they collect their books for our last classes of the day. “He is your grandmothers PA. He has other things to do besides talk to you about your problems, Diana. You need to handle your problems by yourself. He won’t be there forever and neither will your grandmother. Just grow up already,” Cecelia replies in a huff, obviously ‘sick’ of my ‘complaining’. Well! Two can play at this game! “Coming from the girl whose only interests are the inner workings of the schools social standing and when you’ll get your next screw! You’re the one who needs to grow up! In place of an academic agenda you have unlimited texting! You slut! You don’t deserve to be at this school! You should be in public school with the rest of the Bimbos and tramps that this ‘wonderful’ city has to offer and I am not surprised that you are one considering how self-centred and numb headed you are! You overly spoilt attention whore” And as soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them. If only I wasn’t so damned proud I would have apologised immensely! But alas I am stubborn and apologising was not on my mind.

Not wanting to get anymore shit I slam my locker and turn away from my pale faced, open mouthed friends. My vision gets blurry as I walk. No! I will not cry! I won’t give them the satisfaction! I think as I eagerly walk away. God. If you’re there? Help me get through the day.