Emojis ORGINAL

Party

Feeling internally trapped, I folded up the scrap of paper and tucked it into my pocket.

I could feel my eyelids beginning to droop from the gentle lull of boredom lapping the room. But, it was punctuated by a gnawing curiosity, aimed at me.

I raised my eyes to scan the room. The Blond girl, Stacy, was staring at me but the consuming curiosity wasn't coming from her.

I swept my eyes next to me. Lo, I staring at me with a confused and curiously bright eyes.

Crud.

Already, I attracted attention. This isn't good. Just when I was about to return my eyes to my paper, the bell rang.

I felt a jolt, like someone had pumped adrenaline into the room. I knew it was because the bell rang and people were anxious to talk to their friends, but I never got used to it.

I always jumped.

Hurriedly, I close my notebook, shoved it in my bag and swung my backpack over my shoulders beelining for the door.

Back on the road again... ,I hummed lightly under my breath. It was the song me and Mom always played when we left our home for the year.

But... apparently there is a road block named Stacy. She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips looking up through her eyelashes. If I had a thing for Barbie doll people who ozzed fakeness, she would be my dream girl.

But I don't. So she's not.

"Hi." Stacy said her voice dripping with plastic.  She emitted confidence and a top dog feel. Like, I can get what ever I want, when ever I want. And right now she wanted me. But then she will grow tired and toss me away, not caring if I get thrown into social life sewer.

"Hello." I said looking her straight in the eye.

"I'm Stacy." She said holding out her limp hand like she was expecting me to kiss it. Instead,  I shook it and started towards the door.

"I'm having a party in Saturday if you want to come. Here's my number." She said, handing me a slip of paper and giving me a radiant smile.

"Thanks" I said and turned around, walking fast towards the door escape Stacy's hunger.

So long, farewell...

One thing is for sure, I'm not going to that party.  But I wish I could tell that to Lo, who was drowning me in disappointment and satisfaction. Envy and pity was aimed at Stacy, who she didn't like at all.

But, mingling with all those feelings was wistfulness.

Knowing I couldn't comfort her, I sighed and hurried to my next class, my mind already on blending in.