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Sunny smiled and chatted with her friends, wearing a bright yellow sundress. It suited her well, complimenting her dark coloring. I glanced at the scene as I sauntered down the school hallway, The Killers drowning out the rest of the world through my headphones.
Most people liked Sunny; she was pretty and sweet, but she had a reputation for screwing people over. For instance, there once was this group project she had, and it was worth, like, 25 percent of everybody's grade. Well, she was assigned a pretty massive part of the project. That would've been no big deal, because she agreed to doing what she was assigned. The trouble came around when she didn't do her part of the project and the whole group nearly got a crappy grade. Luckily, this kid named Turner pulled through and finished Sunny's part for her.
Unfortunately, not every group project had a person like Turner. Once, she even ruined this one kid's chance of being valedictorian because he'd lost his final essay for a class and when she found it, she decided to use it as her own. The kid had saved a copy of it and turned it in late, but he was accused of plagiarism since Sunny had already turned in the same thing. He got a zero on the assignment, which brought down his grade so much to the point where his average dropped a bit. That was last year, when he was a senior. I think he's going to community college now (and working at McDonald's - his family was so disappointed that he "plagiarised" that they refused to pay for his schooling).
I kept on towards my next class - English with Ms. April. Alrighty.
Suddenly, I felt myself trip. Just a second later, I was sprawled out on the ground, books and papers scattered around me. My headphones had popped out of my ears, and the noise of the school bombarded my ears. A sharp pain spread across my ankle. Did I hurt it? Ugh.
"Oh, Mona, I'm so sorry," somebody said, and I heard the rustling of papers as the person gathered up my fallen materials.
"Um, why are you helping her?" a new voice whispered. I looked up and saw...
Finn Garcias.
Everybody knew Finn; he was tall and gorgeous, with bright green eyes and sunkissed skin. Captain of the debate team, the baseball team, and just an overall great guy. He was beloved by the school and all its students and faculty. Even the vice principal had his house phone on speed dial, just in case there was any need for an upstanding, wonderful student of Taylor Seasons Academy.
He shot me an apologetic smile and offered a hand out to me, my books in his hands.
"Ahem."
I looked over and saw Sally Edwards, a smile plastered on her face. She twirled a tendril of blonde hair around her finger.
"Hi! Mona! Are you alright?!" she nearly shouted. Her enthusiasm always made it sound like she was yelling. Like one, gigantic exclamation point. Yay!
