The Very Unwelcome Welcome

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'So you are here to study physics. How very, typical,' Chloë said was a slight eye roll. She took a sip of tea out of her pink porcelain tea cup with a perfect pinkie and perfect posture.

'Typical? What's that supposed to mean?' I shot back. What's typical? Is that meant to be an insult or something.

'A girl wanting to show that she can do whatever guys can do, we all see it. Don't act like you have no idea what we are talking about.' Chloë said with a slight death glare.

'Well then what do you study?' This ought to be good I thought to myself

'Performing arts, we all do' she gestured to the others around her.

'And she calls me typical,' I mutter under my breath hoping that no one heard it.
An awkward silence falls upon the room for a few minutes until I push my chair back and it squeaks.
'Ummm... This has been umm interesting but I think that I'm going to go and have a shower and go to bed so, yeah.' I turn around and walk off, the room still in silence behind me.

Thank god I'm out of there. After my shower I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone.

6 missed calls from mom
12 Instagram notification
3 Facebook messages
5 snapchats
23 text messages

'I'll call mom tomorrow' I thought to myself

I go through everything else and then go to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

Ding
I slowly rolled over to face my bright screen.

1 message from Ella.
I opened the message and read it. She goes on about something called ask fm and how I have to get it. I pull the sheets off myself and drag my feet over to my computer. I turn it on and get internet up. I search up ask fm and go onto the website. I go through it all but decide not to make an account because it all looks like crap.

I get up from the computer and turn off the screen. I reach for the shiny gold door handle and step out of my room. There are girls running around in their slutty night dresses leaving me feeling a bit out of place in my 'I'm having a beautiful dream filled with zombies eating brains' pyjamas.

Across the hall Chloë and her minions step out of the door already dressed and ready. She looks around and then our eyes lock. She gives me a dirty look and then turns and walks off and down the stairs. I get a push from behind and Gabriella and Jasmine run out and down to Chloë wearing some fancy clothes that I have never seen them wear before, and yikes, it's more of a step down from our classy shorts and midriffs. Whatever. I turn around and go back to my room.

I open my wardrobe and pick out a black tightly fitted midriff, a pair of jean shorts and my white converses, meh, good enough.

I walk down the stairs and everyone stops eating and stares. They are all in their expensive fancy outfits and then there is me.

Gabriella and Jasmine quickly stand up and grab me by the arms and take me around the corner.

'A, what are you wearing?' Gabriella says releasing her tight clutch.

' Uh duh, what I wear every day. What are you wearing?'

'Well don't you want to fit in?' Jasmine chimes in.

'Ummm... Not if it means wearing tight pencil skirts and dressing like my grandma.'
Jasmine let out a slight chuckle and then quickly stops at the look from Gabriella.

'Look, Avery, we just don't want to be the awkward girls that don't fit in and everyone hates.'

'Are you implying that I am one of those girls, because if you are you are so wrong, just you wait.' I say and walk away, I go up to my room loosing appetite. I open my computer and ask fm pops up again. I move my mouse and click on the sign up button. I reach for my phone and call Ella.

A: Hey Ella
E: A, what's up?
A: I'm signing up for ask fm right now.
E: OMG!!! YAY!!!
A: Ok, so how does A_ver_21 sound for a username
E: Good, mine is E_BuNnY
A: Ok, and I'm in. So what now?
E: You just ask questions and answer ones people ask you. Ask someone one and wait for someone to ask you one. I have to go now.
A: Ok, thanks, bye
And with that Ella hung up.

I stare at the screen for a while and then decide to leave it for now. I close the screen and walk off.

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