Shy

Monday

Blair
Monday
September 5

"Shanya! Over here gurl!"

"Boi!"

I hustle quickly through the bustling hallways of Frayer Private Highschool.
I slink quickly past a busty girl and sleazy boy French kissing and scamper frantically, with my head down, past a group of gossiping girls.

The leader, Amelia, has platinum blonde dyed hair, huge fake boobs, lip fillers, and silicon implants in her butt. Typical mean, popular girl that guys are foolish enough to fall for.

Apparently my scurrying needs to be worked on because as I try to rush past, one of Amelia's henchwomen grabs me and spins me around to face them. I gulp and nervously push my glasses up my nose.

"Hey, nerd! I need you to do my Science homework!" Shouts Amelia right before popping a huge, pink bubblegum bubble in my face. I flinch and scrunch my nose. I hate the smell of bubblegum.

She shoves the papers at me and sashays away, her fakers following. I sigh and neatly tuck the papers into my dark purple binder.

All of my binders and materials are color coded. Red is algebra, blue is social studies, green is science, Black is English, white is computer lab, pink is art, and purple is for the thousands of homework assignments my classmates force upon me.

I hug the binder to my chest, for some unsaid protection from these monsters, and walk as quickly as I can with a thousand pound backpack towards my class. The other wealthy, rude students tower over my small frame and I constantly fear that I'll be trampled. I hate being short.

I make sure to stay close to the lockers and avoid any eye contact. It's almost eight, and that's when the bell rings. I near my homeroom, and try to speed up. I begin to panic, the bell is going to ring any second now! I can't afford any tardies!

BAM!

I soar backwards in the air and land hard on my back. I hear a leathery rip from behind me, indicating that my backpack has torn. I watch in horror as all of my papers fly around the hall.

And aching pain in my back and butt prevent me from standing up to gather my papers. I can feel my brain rattling within my head and my heart pounds furiously within my chest. Many pairs of eyes can be felt on me and I try not to break down under their judging glares and cruel laughter.

So...

Much....

Attention....

The laughter slowly dies down and people sort out into their classrooms as the bell rings. I slowly open my eyes to see the blinding lights. Ow...

Then I see him. The one and only Ash Blackwell. His black hair hangs around his face that seems to be illuminated above me. His blue eyes, blank expression, and massive figure are very intimidating.

Of course, me being the stupid idiot I am, I just lay there, staring at him. He suddenly reaches out his hand. I flinch, not like a little flinch, a huge, obvious lurch. He gives me a weird look and then trails his eyes to his out stretched hand.

Oh.

He just wanted to help me up.

Wait....

Ash? Bad boy, gang member? Trying to help someone? I stare at his hand, but eventually, very hesitantly, grab it and allow him to pull me up. Our eyes lock for a second, but I quickly look away, afraid of any contact with these creatures.

"Well done, Mr. Carter! That was just delicious of you!" Shouts Miss Mantle, the social studies teacher. Ash rolls his eyes but smiles at her.

Miss Mantle is the most enthusiastic teacher I've ever met. She uses the word "delicious" in every sentence. Improperly, might I add. Most of the other teachers claim she's going mad, but I just see her as a woman who is passionate about teaching and who needs to be taught a lesson on adjectives.

"Oh, yes. I just adoooreee helping classmates!" Ash says in a fake perfect student voice.

Our teacher clasps her hands to her chest and her mouth drops open,"How lovellyyy! Have a few recess passes!"
Ash smiles and takes them, then walks away, his head held high and chest puffed out.

Oh, that's why. He just wanted a few passes. Ash always acts like an angel in front of teachers, but no. Oohhh no! He's terrible! So cruel, vicious, and crude! He just helped me up to get a few recess passes!

Frayer recently started a program where if you're caught doing a "good deed" you get a free recess pass. A recess pass is just a pass you can use whenever you want to go out to the courtyard and hang out during school for about an hour. Though, if one completes enough "good deeds" and gets enough passes, they can use up all their passes to be outside for the whole school day.

People at my school behave so bad that the school is willing to give them the whole day off.

There aren't any monitors during this so called recess so people can do whatever, like smoke, drink, make out, or even do drugs. Some are even daring or just plain stupid enough to sneak out of school and go to an arcade or gas station to hang out.

I myself have a few recess passes, but I obviously haven't use them. I mean, what would I do out there? I don't even have any friends to spend the time with. I'd rather cuddle up in the far corner of the library, with the green beanbag, and read a good book or five where it's safe.