Car Wash // On Hold

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Ada's POV

I tapped my pencil on my desk, watching the clock tick as the teacher spoke. My page was empty in comparison to everybody else's, but I didn't care. I didn't care about one inch of this school, everybody was too superficial. They were all focused on what the other thought/said and what to wear the next day when nobody other than themselves paid attention to that, at least I didn't. Everybody only wears what they wear because they've seen it on somebody else. We come here in certainty that our middle school friends were going to stay our friends. Walking with our heads up high in the hallways because we could finally walk along with everybody else but never realized that we were rushing into adulthood. Few years later and you wish you would've kept your circle small and you head held low in order to maintain your innocence and your smooth life. But laying low doesn't always have a good outcome.

I look down from the clock and at the teacher, who was moving his mouth but I suddenly went deaf. I started drawing on my paper, nothing in particular just some scribbles. I heard the microphone and some whispering and looked up at the speaker.

"Can I have the following students to Sherri's office. Ada Bradley, Demetria Eve, Braelynn Jaime, Janae Johnson, Emily Santiago, Alani Westbrooks, Christopher Willis, and Gemma Zambrano head to Sherri's office"

I groan at the sound of my name and watch as Demetria, sitting a few rows in beside me, rolls her eyes and leans over to pick up her bag.

"I repeat, Ada Bradley, Demetria Eve, Braelynn Jaime, Janae Johnson, Emily Santiago, Alani Westbrooks, Christopher Willis, and Gemma Zambrano to the counselor's office. Ada, Demetria-"

"Alright we get it!" Demetria shouted at the speaker as if she was heard. She got up, her ripped high waist jeans looked tight against her waist but were complimented by a cute crop top and wedges. She had her curly hair in a high ponytail with a bunch of curls spilling out, she looked like an outfit I once saw on Polyvore. She opened the door and leaned against it open, "are you coming or not."

Nodding, I continued to pack everything that was sitting on the desk. With a cherry sucker in my mouth, I sat up and headed towards the classroom's front door where Demetria was holding the door open.

I walked behind Demetria on the way to the principle's office, none of us spoke which made things awkward, seeing as the only sounds that were heard where the sounds of our shoes clanking on the marble floor.

Unlike Demetria, my clothes were more stay at home. I had on a regular white tee shirt and some dark blue sweat pants and low converse, complimented by a plaid red, black, and dark blue shirt around my waist. I never put that much effort in what I wear, clearly.

When we approached the Principal's office, Demetria stood in front of the door for a second before finally opening it. Everyone looked at us as we walked in, some looked at Demetria from head to toe and the others eyed me in confusion, as if I'd never stepped a foot in these halls. Demetria walked straight to the girls she's always hanging out with and I just stood at the door where the line of students ended.

"Now that we have everyone," the principal cleared his throat and sat up from his desk. His hair was always swooped backwards and his beard was the only sign of his body containing grey hairs. He was always wearing button up shirts and trousers, on Friday he'd wear polo shirts and sneakers, he'd never wear jeans though. He was a nice guy, Mr. Howard. "I know you all think you're in trouble.." he spoke in a firm voice. We all let out a silent breath of relief. Some of us muttered yes' under our breaths before interrupted by Ms. Sherri.

"And you are." she said with a smile on her face. She was a different story. She was like two feet tall and always rocked skinny jeans and button up t-shirts. She would walk around the halls with a frown as if she hated her job and teenagers irked her soul. Which is probably why she's smiling right now, she's enjoying and feeding off of the pain we'll feel when we find out just what we did. Demetria and this other girl, I believe her name was Janae, silently grumbled.