Incidentals

Gold Locker

I walk as slowly as possible from my car, heading towards the large, tan building looming ahead. Ugh. I hate school. I quickly turn around and click the lock button on my car keys. After seeing the reassuring blink of the Mini Cooper's head lights, I turn around again, finding myself behind a blond haired girl.

 I slide my feet across the ground to get whatever grip I can on the icy pavement. Last night was the worst snow storm in Texas history, which quite frankly isn't much snow. Maybe 3 inches at most. The thing that made it scary was the fact that it froze over immediately, making the ground an ice skating rink.

 The girl ahead of me had her head duct down, looking at her feet to find any icy patches. Guess it was pointless because in one sudden movement, the girl was down on the ground, holding her butt. I run as fast as I can in my high heeled boots, sliding a little as I arrive. The girl's pink earmuffs frame her face well. I envy people that can make things like those look good. I always look like a weird dog.

I reach my hand out to her to help her up. She reaches her hand up, her eyes following to my face.

"Thank y..." She gets a look of horror as she sees who it is. Then disgust follows. Don't worry. I don't have a huge scar from an accident or anything. This is just the reaction I've been getting lately. I just hope it doesn't last forever.

 She retracts her hand quickly, pushing herself up from the ground. She re-adjusts her scarf that has unravelled to her feet and smiles at me. If you can call it a smile. It holds such hatred behind it. Hatred for me.

I sigh and walk curtly to the door with my head held high. I am not going to be phased by her rudeness. She opens the doors to enter the school a couple yards ahead.  I visibly see her try to shut the door behind her to purposely be rude, but she isn't strong enough to make them move faster than they were. I smirk at her as she looks back at me.

 She huffs at me and sulks away to her cheerleader 'friends'. I then proceed to open the door and let myself in.  I was in cheerleading my freshmen year, and trust me, none of those girls were friends. They talk about anyone and everyone. Stuck up bitches don't know what friendship means. I look around to scope people out. See who I knew, who I liked and who I dislike. Find out who stayed home and who didn't. As I am scanning, my shoulder is bumped rather hardly by a Goth chick, making my backpack go flying.

"Watch it!"  I snarl. I don't take shit from anyone. I can be nice, but if you get on my bad side, you won't exactly be happy. At least, that’s how my friends describe it.

She looks at me as if I was joking. That just fuels my anger. I squint my eyes the tiniest bit and forced myself to do what my father told me never to do unless absolutely necessary. My eyes water the tiniest bit and I know the effect is taking place. See, my eyes change color to whatever I want. Right now I was going from my normal baby blue to pure black. I learned that from my father actually, who used it in his line of work. I'll explain that later. I watch the goth as she witnesses what I’m doing. The chick then turns around with wide eyes and sprints to her friends, pointing me out to them.

I groan as I realize this isn't going to be a great day. I knew it wouldn't be, but a girl can hope, right? I start looking around again and have a revelation. The students in the halls are quiet. No shouting or yelling. Just whispers and silence. It’s eerie thinking that just a month ago, I wanted it to be quieter, but the loudness of the halls was comforting to me in some way. And I miss it.

I still have a good fifteen minutes before I have to go to my class, so I look at the spot in the corner of the wide hall and see my group of friends standing there. I quickly walk over, thinking of ways to greet them, so it wouldn't be awkward when I get there.