Through the Glass Door

Chapter Four: The New Girl in Town

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. God, tears are streaming down my face. Ugh. Dear mascara, please don't run. I'm at the point where I need to keep reminding myself to take in deep breaths of air, or I'd probably just stop altogether. In short, I'm a complete mess. Cambry, I yell at myself, get a grip! Get out of the hall before people see you! You look awful, so go find a room or something. You need to look presentable at all times, and this? This isn't it. I exhale, I'm right, of course. Quickly, I walk to the closest bathroom and close the stall behind me. I wrinkle my nose, ewww. I'm dabbing my face with disgusting school toilet paper. What's happened to me? Whatever it is, I'm okay. Nothing is wrong, I'm dreaming. There is not a girl who looks and talks just like me, Michelle still talks to me, and I'm the hottest thing in this school. I will wake up, and everything will be just as it was. Just as I am starting to calm down, I freeze. The door to the bathroom creaks open. Please, don't notice me.... not now. I've never been a religious person exactly, but now I'm praying like there's no tomorrow.

"Wow, you look amazing!"A voice gushes. An annoying voice that I know all too well. Whatever relaxation I might've felt before is gone now, completely replaced with tension. It's Leah out there. Should I give myself away and go talk to her? I'm still deciding, when another voice speaks up. Remaining crouched, I cringe.

"Thanks, Leah. Cést trés chic, non?"Ugh, get out of here! And get rid of that tacky French accent! Who is this girl that's recieving Leah's adoration? That should be me. I have half a mind to go out there and give her a pieve of my mind when Leah speaks up again.

"Definitely, Whit. Better than anything Cam used to wear." What? That traitor! She used to love my outfits, or at least she said she did. With my cheek pressed up against the metal stall wall, I must look ridiculous. I'd be mortified if I was seen, but I need to find out more. Who is this "Whit"and who does she think she is?

"Leah! What did I tell you about calling Cambry Anderson Cam? She's a nobody now, I only need to hear I'm better than her, not her old nickname. Not like she deserves one anyway."

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Just what? Slipped up? You guys aren't friends anymore." Even screeching, Whit's French accent sounds elegant. I wonder if I could ever pull off an accent... anyway, what did she say? I'm a nobody? What a bitch! I am most certainly not a nobody! And who is she to talk down to Leah like that? I'm shocked, truly. I never did that, as far as I know. But the part the troubles me the most is when Whit said Leah and I weren't friends anymore... that girl worships me! Wait, Whit's talking again. I silence the arguments in my mind and listen. "Trust me, you guys will never be friends again.""

Leah actually sounds sad when she says her next words, "But... maybe..."

"Never!" I gasp, I can't help it. I try to clap my hand over my mouth. The sound still escapes.

"There's someone in here. I thought I smelled a stench. Humph!" I can just picture whoever this Whit is wrinkling her perfect plastic-surgeoned nose. The next few seconds stretch into an eternity as I wonder if they're going to find me. Drip, drip. I want to tell the sink to shut up, I'm about to die socially and I'd like to hear my last moments. I can already tell Whit's got power, after all, Leah follows every alpha our school has ever had. "Whatever, let's go."

"Okay..." Leah sounds so defeated as their steps fade away. Who is Whit? Why am I a nobody? I need to figure this out.

First, I need to get out of the bathroom.