Fallen Angels

3."Fresh Meat."

Enola's POV

You have lunch after this class Enola, you can do it.

I was in World History.

And about to die of boredom.

Have you ever heard someone talk and as soon as they open their mouth, you want them to shut up? Well, Ms. Navik... Is absolutely horrid. My goodness. Her voice is too annoying for words to explain. She's like a freaking robot with her monotone voice and dead eyes. Her inky black hair was scraped back into a pony tail and she wore a tight pencil skirt, with a dark red button up shirt. Her clothes were way too tight and showed off things that apparently needed to be shown off.

But like Ekatsim and I always say, well not really we just like the saying,

"If you don't got it. Don't flaunt it." This woman needs to learn this saying and know it by heart.

"ENOLA!" Oh shiitake mushrooms.

"Yes ma'am!" I yelled back, straightening my posture and bringing up my hand in a salute.

"Would you like to answer this question?"

"No ma'am I do not!" I replied. I just wanted to see how she would react and... She got pissed off. Everyone erupted in laughter, coughing to cover up the giggles and snorts,

"Enola! Don't mock me!" Ms. Navik spat, narrowing her beedy eyes at me.

"I'm not." I shrugged.

"I'll call your mother!" She yelled in an attempt to scare me.

"Yeah, she doesn't even know I exist. So, she'll just come home not knowing who the hell I am!" I gave her a thumbs up.

"Detention." Was all Ms. Navik said.

"Great!" The girls giggled and the guys laughed, people were already whispering about me. "Hey! Shut up people! Ms. Navik is trying to teach a very bori- I mean important lesson!" I yelled, shushing the whole class. Some of the students' cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk, as they tried to hold in their laughter.

"Eno-" The teacher was cut off by the bell, the ear-splitting ring breaking through the speakers.

"And that is my cue to make like a tree and leaf!" I yelled, shooting up out of my chair and swinging my book bag over my shoulder. I bolted out of the classroom like lightening. Only for food people, only for food.

"So... I take it World History was a piece of spinach?" Ekatsim appeared in front of me holding two trays of food.

"Yup, it tasted like soap." Was my reply before I grabbed the tray "Thanks."

"No chickens." Ekatsim said with a grin. I raised an eyebrow.

"The fudge bush?" She shrugged and ripped a piece of chicken and popped it in her mouth. "Well then." I looked down at my plate and saw what she got me. It was two huge chicken boobs, a scoop of mash potatoes, and a slice of blue velvet cake. How the heck?

You know what?

I am not going to question this miracle of food. I'm just going to enjoy it.

"Do smell that Charles?" I turned and saw a girl with pin straight red hair. Now she wasn't the stereotypical "popular" girl in the cliche high school movies, she was smart enough not to get a fake tan and didn't cake her make up on. But she wore way too much perfume.

My nose is dying.

"What?" The guy next to her was on his phone, furiously typing away. His fluffy blonde hair was partially covered with a black baseball cap that was on backwards. He had a nice hint of cologne on.

"The smell of fresh meat. Duh. " She scowled at the boy and thumped his shoulder with her palm. He grumbled and kept typing.

"You know what I smell?" Ekatsim asked, interrupting their bickering.

"All the bull crap falling from her mouth?" I asked, pointing at the redhead. Her jaw dropped, predictable.

"Yep." Ekatsim replied, popping another piece of chicken in her mouth. She was almost done with her food, while I hadn't touched mine at all. I ripped a piece of the chicken off and ate it.

"Why you little brats!" The redhead growled. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

"Let me guess, um... An annoying, self-conceited idiot?" I topped my chin as if I were thinking about it, then nodded. "Yup, that is my finally guess."

"You're right." Our heads snapped towards Charles. He finally looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Charles!" The redhead shrieked. "You're supposed to be on my side!" She whined and clutched onto his bicep.

"But, you are a self-conceited brat." He walked away from and plopped down next to me. The redhead's face went beet red.

"You'll regret this!" She spat before stomping off like a four year old.

Jeez.

"So, who are you?" Charles asked.

"I'm Ekatsim and she's Enola." Ekatsim answered. I kept eating.

Why is high school so dramatic?

I thought this was real life not a cliche high school movie!

Wait... Where are the cameras? I need to pose for them!

"Cool." Charles said before getting back on his phone.

Such a great "friend".