Sent Away

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

8-17-12

8:10AM

Growing Alphas Prep, Freshman Courtyard

            Why the hell do we have to get to school so early? I asked myself, looking over my schedule. There were no classes like “Math”, or “Language Arts”, or anything like that. No, there were classes like “Alpha Style”, “Alpha Language”, and “Alpha Type”. This was just too fucked up for me. Besides, I missed having the chance to have science, and being able to blow things up.

            This was stupid. This really was. I had landed into Massie Block’s amusement park, I had trully landed to Massie Block’s amusment park. My mother must really hate me!

            I was in the courtyard, sitting on one of the polished mahogany benches. I didn’t need to get to class for the next twenty minutes. Besides, the very thought of a class called “Alpha Style”, made me a little sick to my stomach. Worse, Carrie would not be in the class to give me advice, she was in some other class. I really could not remember the class name though.

            I looked at the big brick clock in the middle of the courtyard. Time was passing too fast for me, three minutes had already passed. I was also tired, so I layed on the bench, and felt myself, slowly, going to sleep.

            Ring! Ring! Ring! My eyes popped about!

            “Shit!” I screamed loudly, then running to the classroom, the huge, loud classroom, with a stage in it.

            I ran to the first vacant seat that I saw, and everyone then stared at me, some people giggling, and whispering about me. They all looked either nervous, or confident.

            The class room, was very plain. The wall was a plain white, and there was a white tile floor. There was a Smartboard in the room, and there was a wooden desk, with papers neatly stacked on it, and there was also a silver laptop on top of that desk.

            There was also a teacher there. The teacher was tall, and was pale. She looked like she was at least thirty, and she was rod skinny. The teacher wore a peach dress suit and white pumps. Her hair was down, and it was wavy.

            “Hello there everyone.” The teacher anounced. “I am Mrs. Rixby, and here, I teach Alpha Style. Alpha Style is the most important class out of all of them, you shall learn. I know all of you in the past years have learned the other classes that go with the public school system, like math, history, and science. Now, for the rest of your schooling, we shall teach you what it takes to be an alpha. This class would have stood for math.” The teacher then scanned the classroom, as if she was looking at every one of her victims.

            “And now, to start off with what we are doing today. Today, I am going to call each and one of you up. Since this class is called alpha style, I am to make you people look perfect. So, what I shall do is point out every flaw that you have, and you shall have to fix all of them. By tomorrow. When I call your name, you will stand up in the middle of the stage, as I announce what is wrong with you.”Mrs. Rixby instructed. “First to go up, is Juniper Abott.”

            Juniper Abott then walked up to the stage. She was short, and was slightly tan. She reddish blonde hair, and brown eyes. She wore a long black shirt anf white polo, and white ballet flats.

            “Well, plain jane.” Mrs. Rixby said, as Juniper stood in the middle of the stage “You seem to be duller than this room. You also seem to be a few inches to small.”

            Juniper nodded. You could tell that she was nervous, being judged and all. No one wants to be judged, especially me, who is always by my mother and sister. My mother and Lizzie always make fun of my hair, how I dress, the friends that I have. They think that I might change if they bully me enough, but that is not going to work with me. People that think that they can make fun of other people, seriously need to have their heads deflated.

            “Stilettos might help.” Mrs. Rixby added, “You also need to wear something with color, white and black are not the only colors of the rainbow. Besides, did you do anything with your hair this morning? It looks flat!”

            Juniper sighed, and her face was down. Her confidence was running low, and the ways that things were going yelled that everyone was going to have some very low confidence.

            “You need to also have your head up. It is pathetic to have your head down. Total opposite of an alpha. Do you wear any makeup, your face is just as plain as the rest of you. Loser. Get down from the stage, now.” Mrs Rixby said, and I looked at Juniper, who looked as if she was about to cry.

            I had a feeling Mrs. Rixby was going to be wanted dead by the end of the day.

            For the next ten minutes, people came up to the stage, getting insulted by the brat Mrs. Rixby, about the brand clothes they wear, makeup they use, their looks in general. It was torture watching their faces fall to the floor, some even cried.

            “Annabelle Harrison, come to the middle of the stage.” Mrs. Rixby announced.

            “Onyx  Harrison.” I corrected.

            “I will choose when you get a nickname missy!” Mrs. Rixby protested.

            I rolled my eyes and stood in the middle of the stage.

            “You dress like a total guy, if your name wasn’t Annabelle I would have thought you were a guy.” Mrs. Rixby announced.

            “I take pride in that!” I said.

            “At this school, it is something not to be proud about.” Mrs. Rixby warned, “Your messy hair is something that you should also not be proud about.”

            “I don’t even care about my hair.”

            Mrs. Rixby gasped, as if she was going to faint.

            “You are a girl, and you do not care about your hair!” Mrs. Rixby yelled, “That is something that I do not EVER want to hear from you again!”

            I rolled my eyes, and looked at her, giving me a look that said “I don’t give a damn.”

            “Other than that, you don’t even wear makeup!” Mrs. Rixby said, “That is also a major faux pau. Besides, with a face like your’s, it needs it.”

            “It does not. Most guys at my old school said I looked awesome without it. From that, you SERIOUSLY need your eyes checked.” I protested, and the teacher rolled her eyes, looking totally agrivated.

            “Agreed!” One of the guys in the classroom yelled.

            Mrs. Rixby sighed unhappily, and stared at me with an evil look.

            “You may go back to your seat.” Mrs. Rixby sighed unhappily. I happily walked back to my seat, some people gave me a high five as I passed by them. Once I was back in my seat, Mrs. Rixby started up again.

            The rest of the class period was a lot like the beginning of it. The people got upsetted by her insults, other people ignored her. When the teacher was done telling people what was wrong with them, she then sat in the middle of the stage.

            “Everyone, you know you remember what I have told you. Today, while at the mall, it is all up to you to change all of that.” Mrs. Rixby announced, as the bell then rang, and everyone left the classroom, some still crying, and others just trying to get out of the classroom. There were some people though, that the teacher favored over the others.