The Outsiders

Meeting Everyone

As I exited my room I was greeted with the sight of my three other roommates rushing around to get ready.

There was Jemma, medium height with short light brown hair, clasping her cross necklace around her neck. She then proceeded to place her grandmothers gold ring on her fourth right hand finger, her thumb lingering. I sighed and walked over to her, giving her one of my special 'magic hugs' which never fail to make her smile. I grabbed her black and blue glasses, handing them to her before giving her one last comforting squeeze before turning my gaze on the rest of the rooms occupants.

I saw Ivy, the second shortest of the five of us (Ellie being first) with chin length dark brunette hair dyed blue and pink underneath, applying her eyeliner in one of our two mirrors (the other located in our minuscule bathroom), having already dressed and showered earlier. She spotted me looking in the mirrors reflection and said

"Lauren! I know I'm beautiful but you're distracting me! Take a picture if you have to, God!"

I laughed flipping her the single finger wave, which she gladly returned.

With that I moved over to our spring infested sofa (an: I'm British btw) plopping down beside the last of my fabulous roomies, Chloe. She also bared a head of short hair, hers being the shortest, eyeliner and red lipstick. She was currently tying her converse while trying to drink a glass of water. I rolled my eyes at her antics and took her hands away from her poor tangled laces and proceeded to tie them for her. I swear I can be a real mother bear sometimes.

It was then that Ellie decided to grace us with her presence, exiting the bathroom fully dressed with slightly dampened hair from her shower. Ivy turned towards her loudly exclaiming with a wiggle of her eyebrows

"Finally stopped getting wet did we Ellie"

To which Ellie retorted

"I'll never stop being wet. I love being wet"

Ivy snorted. I sighed resigned and just the slightest bit confused. Sexual jokes and innuendos were a regular occurrence for us but that doesn't mean I always understand. They refer to me as the 'innocent' one never explaining what they mean to me. Oh well.

'Are you guys all ready? We're meeting the others in ten minutes"

Jemma said while glancing down at her watch, also previously owned by her grandmother.

You might be wondering how Jemma acquired these items, well the answer is that when you turn 15 (our current age) you have the choice to meet your parents. Of course they try to scare you away from it by saying that 99% of people who choose to meet their parents end up categorised as 'weak' blah, blah, blah. I remember my short meeting with my parents, (because obviously I wanted to 'meet my makers' as Ellie so elegantly said it). Tina and Kevin, they were well everything I imagined. My dad gave me the biggest bear hug exclaiming how much he'd missed his little monkey and my mum cried as she brushed the hair from my face. They gave me a silver locket, shaped like an oval with small delicate vines engraved on the surface. Inside of it was a photograph of my parents on their wedding day, smiling at each other as if the entire world had fallen into place for them. They also told me about my older sister, Hannah she was one of the few who resisted and got thrown out four years ago, sent off to her certain death. They told me we looked very much alike and that they wished I had gotten the chance to meet her. Then the guards had taken them back to the camps. Anyway, enough of all this sadness.

We all headed out, walking through the schools prison grey hallways. Within five minutes we'd reached our destination, a large pillar inscribed with the schools motto 'You fall, you get up or die, your choice'. Yeah our school's pretty brutal. There we saw the figures of our only guy friends Ethan and Lewis. Both of them were gay (Ethan extremely so) and Ellie was a lesbian. This meant we weren't to popular with the resident sluts and manwhores. Ehem, I mean fellow students. When Ethan saw us he smiled and got up to hug us. Ethan was slightly taller than me and like double Ellie's height with short waved blonde hair, he could be a sweetheart one minute and a bitch the next but we love him. I went over to Lewis, slapping him on the head as a sign of greeting. Lewis was about my height and lanky with dark curls littering his head.

"Dandelion!"

Jemma called as she spotted him, running over for a hug. I should probably mention he hates that nickname.

"You're both bitches"

He muttered rubbing his freshly slapped head. We stayed there a few minutes before heading off to the library to hang out. The library happens to be the only place we don't run into the previously mentioned sluts and manwhores (most likely because they have a fear of anything non sexual linking to work. P.s I don't like these people).

A few hours later the five minute curfew warning was issued, so we said our good byes and headed back to our room. Once there we spent another two hours talking about nothing and everything before we decided to retire for the night.

Whether sleep would grant me escape from reality in my dreams I was unsure, but I knew one thing for certain. Something was coming. And I had little hope that it was gonna be good.

(AN: ok this chapter was a challenge to write as I was basing it off of my real friends, so I'm sorry if there's mistakes this is my first story. Also I really hope you guys enjoyed it!)