Anonymous Writers (Book #2)

Part I - Back To School

10 jumbo packets of crisps. Check. 10 large prisms of Toblerone. Check. 1 large lunchbox full of ham sandwiches, chicken nuggets and mini burgers. Check. 2 frozen pepperoni pizzas. Check. 3 large bags of assorted chocolates. Check. 1 large container of homemade cinnamon and walnut cake. Check. 2 bottles of lemonade. Check. 5 packs of Oreo bites. Check.
Nessa inelegantly bounced back on her princess-size bed after counting her food items for the 5oth - no, 150th time in the day. School was starting tomorrow; today was the last day of the winter break, and well, aside from some negative factors that awaited her there (actually, a lot of negative factors), Nessa was quite excited.
Which was surprising - and ironic , since Nessa reacting to Wiscott's Academy is the same as you reacting to a cockroach in your cheese sandwich.
Mrs Orville had practically collapsed with the heart attack, when her daughter had arrived some time later, dragging the entire supermarket in her cart.
Like all "boring" mothers who believed in vegan diets and held an anti-fast-food, no-sugar/cholesterol thesis, Mrs Orville too had immediately asked Nessa to keep the food items back in their places, but the girl had been too incessant, and after a heated argument in the supermarket, Mrs Orville had been forced to go per her daughter's wishes.
Yes, Nessa was this stubborn (stubborn enough to lie flat on the supermarket floor, hold the wheels of the shopping cart and moan "I will die eating rotten bagels and tuna from Wiscott's. I will die...", until her mother was forced to comply, out of embarrassment), and Nessa prided herself on that.
Her reasons were 130% legitimate, though, since her boarding school practically bought their food supplies from demonic farms (or so, she believed).
On the day before the first day of school, Nessa's parents very kindly drove her to Wiscott's Academy - where the girl cunningly made sure that her parents heaved her 0.3 metric tonne luggage till her room, before bidding them farewell.
Mrs Orville drove back to Colorado, screaming "Take care, Vanessa!" and "I love you, baby!" for the first one and a half miles, and meanwhile Nessa pretended like her name was Georgia Carolyn Frankfurt.
Her room was still in its same musty condition; unfortunately, the space hadn't magically increased during the vacations.
Since her suitcases filled up all the ground space in the room, after unpacking, she was practically walking on the baggage and not on the floor.
It was fun though, jumping from one suitcase to another like a baby and feeling like a sexy Marvel superhero jumping from rock to rock in a river of lava. Well, it WAS fun at least, until the matron thwacked the door open, making the suitcases tumble down like dominos, pushing Nessa along with them.
And all the domino effort too, only to disapprovingly eye a pissed-off Vanessa Orville squashed between suitcases, and then say "Oh, it's you. Wrong room number. Why can't parents ever give the correct room number? It's a matter of their own children, afterall. "

On the first day, according to Nessa's expectations, she was supposed to go around everywhere, throwing her snarky attitude at everyone, feel proud and superior to others and eat pepperoni pizza while everyone had the boring school cafeteria lunch.
However in reality, the morning started with the following words: "VANESSA ORVILLE, IT IS EIGHT:TWENTY IN THE MORNING! WHEN DO YOU PLAN ON WAKING UP?!!!"
Classes had already started when Nessa entered the bathroom.
She more brushed her nose and less her teeth. Her luggage was such a mess, she couldn't find her school uniform sets for the first 30 minutes of her day. And when she finally found them, there were so many things strewn around everywhere, Nessa couldn't find her way to the door.
It might've been a good day too because all shower stalls were empty, and Nessa could've dance naked in multiple shower stalls at one time, but.....really, she didn't have the time to waste.
She less showered and more slipped and tripped on the wet bathroom floor. She barely dried herself with a towel before pulling on her boring uniform on. And then, she practically ran to her class before remembering that she had forgotten to take her backpack - for which she smacked her forehead, pulled her hair in irritation and ran all the way back to her room again - only to trip on a melted chocolate muddle and fall face-forth on the heaps of books, tiffin boxes, food items and clothes in her room.
Nessa also had to miss her first class that day - not that she was too sad, because it was biology.

She managed to attend the later classes that day, but it wasn't as if those went too well either. She had commenced into a small nap during the class, when the history teacher suddenly coughed her out of her sleep. How irritating!
Titania Cross kept passing cruel smiles and mock sympathetic looks throughout the day. HOW irritating!
And the new maths teacher - who might as well have been a runaway French prostitute - called out Nessa to give the answer to 2 questions in the class. HOW IRRITATING!
By the time Nessa had slumped on a chair in the cafeteria, she was purely exhausted. "Hi Vanessa!" Kate Thorne (Nessa's only girl friend in school, who was a year senior to her) exclaimed from the far end of the room, waking her up from her dose. "How did the first day go?"
"Is it not obvious enough?" Nessa groaned.
"I could guess. Your hair looks pretty . . . -"
"Pretty? Well, thank you. I had dressed in a real hurry today, so definitely wasn't expecting such a compliment."
"Actually, I was going to say pretty unruly. It looks like you washed them with sulphuric acid and used a vacuum cleaner to dry them."
"How flattering." Nessa rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"You can always count on me for that. So, how did the vacations go then? Did something interesting?"
"If you call making a snow potato, interesting."
"Snow potato?"
"I aimed for a snowman actually, but . . . .you know I think I sculpted Titania Cross's brain instead."
Someone coughed behind Nessa, and both the girls spun back to see one of Titania's cronies standing there - one with a blonde braid and rather large breasts - the ones that clearly state that you have tucked tissue paper inside your shirt. Titania too appeared a second later from behind.
"Did someone perhaps mention me?" She asked, twisting her ebony hair extensions in her fingers.
Kate willed Nessa to keep her mouth closed (as if she would listen), and Nessa promptly replied "Oh yes, I did! In the winter break, I decided to make a snowman, and when I was done with my craftsmanship, I realised that I had made something that looked like you instead."
Nessa caught Edmund (who silently stood behind) stifle a chuckle, and Titania only made a dry face and started applauding sarcastically. "Wow, Vanessa. What a lovely joke you have cracked."
Her tagalongs giggled at Nessa - who only replied "I didn't require your applause to tell me that; my jokes are usually very admirable."
"Oh, shut up!" Titania snapped. "It's only been the first day and you are already getting into my nerves."
"Really? I am genetically encoded to get into people's nerves; I thought you knew."
"You think you are so smart, Vanessa Orville. And yet, just like every time, I shall watch you stoop down much below my stilettos."
"Oh, are you kidding me? My soccerer studs are much high-rated than your kiddish stilettos."
"Pfft! Girls. I don't think I've got time to deal with such ridiculous nonsense. I suggest we grab a table to ourselves. Anyone disagree?" Titania looked over at companions, and no one disagreed.
With this, Titania turned back elegantly, grabbed Edmund's arm, and walked out of the cafeteria. Her girl friends followed her, and Nessa made unladylike faces behind their backs, until Kate slapped her hand to get her attention.
"Can't you live one day without annoying Titania Cross?" She asked tiredly.
"What a lame question to be asked. Of course I can't." Nessa sipped orange juice from her cup, and then looked like she wanted to throw up whatever she had just consumed.
You traitor! You said that the orange juice was nice! Nessa managed to convey through her facial expression.
"I guess there's a difference between your definition and my definition of nice."
"You kidding me? A huge difference." Said Nessa, spitting her orange juice back into the paper cup.