The Melody Of Us

Regina George with her minions!

Today's my first day of this lowered excuse of a school. Trust me, it's not just a school but a holy university as well. Or more than that, to be honest.

Nobody can deny the fact that I really really liked the infrastructure of that building, and also the strict rules and regulations. This might mean that I won't have to face any unwanted situations.

I wear my favorite peach colored top and pair it with denim jeans and the same ankle boots.
So, there's this battle going on inside my head about how I should wear my hair. Should I leave them open, braid them along my side or tie them up in a high pony tail?
Confused, I run a comb through my hair and look at myself in the mirror.

Sorry, I need some help here. I'm really dumb when it comes to adjusting my hair with my outfit. That's exactly why I usually ended up leaving my hair open in my previous school. But here, it might be a totally different story.

Frustrated, I throw the comb away and sit down in front of the mirror.

What should I do?

"Tie them up in a pony tail." I jump at the sound of a voice.
Did I forget to close the door?

Myra is standing beside the open door, a towel in her hand and her wet blonde hair falling over her shoulders.
It takes me about thirty seconds to realise that she is trying to answer my question.
Honestly, I'd always wanted my mother to braid my hair for school, and then use different hair styles to make me look good. But, I never was that lucky. And I hate her with everything I have for snatching away the good girl that once lived inside me.
I scoff at her and look away, grabbing my comb and running it through my hair once again.

"You want me to do it for you?" She asks, stepping inside my room.

Push her out of your room! She's always ditched you! She never looked back!

But, you'd always wanted your mother to comb your hair. She's here. Your mother's here, Liana. Let her know how much you've missed her, even if you're mad at her and hate her.

Myra takes my hair in her hands and gently runs her fingers through them. For some reason, I don't push her away. I usually never let anyone touch my hair. But somehow, she does it just fine. I mean, I like it how her fingers massage my scalp before running the comb.

Oh, snap!

She takes the rubber band from the drawer and gently pushes my hair through the loop.

"Here." She looks at me through the mirror and smiles. "You're ready."

Where were you when I really needed a mother?
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"Have a good day!" Dad shouts from the car and I just roll my eyes. He's treating us like some bloody kindergartners!
I fasten my pace and head inside the magnificent building.

"Hey, hold up!" Hazel calls from behind me. "You are not getting late, Liana!"
"So?"
"So, we'll go together and look for our lockers."
"We haven't got one, Haz."
"Yeah, we'll report to the teacher in charge together."
"When will you stop trailing behind me like my tail?"
"The day you have your kids to trail behind you."
"Ha ha ha."

We make our way towards the principal's office, allowing every pair of eyes to leave a mark on our bodies. It hardly matters to me, to be honest. I really don't care what these people think of me. I am not here to put up some show for them.

The principal's personal assistant shows us to our lockers and gives us our initial passwords.
Hazel's is a bit away from mine, seeing that I'll be counted in as a Senior.
I've got my schedule packed up already. My first lecture is of chemistry.

I stack all my books inside my locker, except for the chemistry course book.

Okay. So, I have the map clutched between my fingers, which I know would not help me even for a penny. I still oblige to the little help the principal tried to give, and flatten the sheet.

Where am I right now?

Near the lockers. Okay. I locate the arena and look for room number 247. Holding the map in my hands, I start walking and trying my best to not bump into anyone.
I reach room number 241 and look around, really confused.
I so wanna behead the person who labelled the rooms with their numbers. Everything is so fucking confusing that I just can't control my anger now.

"Hey, do you need some help?" I turn around to find a girl smiling at me. She has blonde hair and is taller than me, her hair braided down her back. She has some books in her hands and she looks like any other person, wearing a green sleeveless top and jet black skinny jeans.

"Um, yeah. I can't find room number 247." I say, smiling weirdly.
"Chemistry?" She grins and I nod. I already like her. "Don't worry. I have Chem too. We can go together, if you like?"
"Well, sure. I'm Liana, by the way."
"Hailey. Are you new?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Unfortunately?"
"Long story. I'll fill you up on that when we're not running towards a class." I say and she starts laughing.

We enter the class, which is the last one in this corridor.
Hailey takes a seat in the middle of the room. I just stand there and look around. There are people who are sitting on the desks and laughing like some madcaps, and then there are some guys flirting shamelessly with the girls, a group of girls singing Taylor Swift songs. And then there's me. Clueless.

"What are you looking at?" Hailey asks.
"Oh, well. Nothing."
"Then sit down. Come on."
"Seriously? You're willing to befriend me?"
"Yeah, why not? Plus, you're very much like me." She grins. "It's been a while since I met a girl who tries to use the map without taking anyone's help." I laugh and take a seat beside her.

"So, what's up?" Hailey asks, keeping her face in her hands and turning to face me.
"Uh, well. I'm alive?"
"You're definitely the other me. Nice to meet you."
"Duh, I'm glad to not get tagged as Miss Isolated Newbie on my first day. I thought it'll go downhill."
"Oh no. This is St. Clarke's, girl. Anything can happen here."
"Touché." We laugh.
"So, tell me about –"

Her sentence is left incomplete because of some sort of chaos created in the classroom.

"Miss George is coming!" Someone shouts and all of a sudden, each and every head in the room turns to face the door, including mine.

"Miss George? Is she the teacher?" I ask, inquisitive.
"Lol, no. That's Miss Bad Bitch."
"Uh..."
"Her name's Letty George and she is this school's Regina George. Trust me when I say this, but you don't want to mess with her. There's a rumor that she actually is a descendant of Regina George's family. Hashtag same surname. Bloody Mean Girls chapter right here, you see?."
"Is she that bad?" I ask, reminiscing the days as my previous school's bad bitch.
"You don't wanna know the answer, honey. She can make your life a living hell by just a flutter of her eye brows. In tenth grade, her then boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend, Tamara. She legit mixed chalk powder in her lunch which caused Tamara to choke, her face turning red from all the coughing and sneezing as she was allergic to excessive intake of calcium." Hailey sighs. "She surely is a set of all clichés, but one must be afraid of what she can do."

Just when Hailey stops talking, a very familiar sight greets me.
There, entering inside the class, is that blonde bitch I had a row with not twenty four hours ago.
She's got two girls following her lead, one a brunette and the other a redhead, the bitch being two steps ahead of them.

Dang, that's actually bloody Regina George with her minions!
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