Players Girl

School

RING

I took a long breath, "you're the new girl. And you look like," I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I have to give myself a pep talk, this is ridiculous. I looked fine, ya I looked fine. I ran my hands through my long brown hair. My hazel eyes ran across my outfit in the bathroom mirror. My olive skin stuck out against my loose white top and levi shorts. I wore white sandals and painted my toes blue. I put my sunglasses into my black bag and walked out of the bathroom towards my English class.

The room I walked into was dimly lit as a teacher was already taking attendance. "Is your name Malia?" She turned and smiled at me.

"Um ya," I rubbed my bag handle up and down. I was confident on any other day except the first day, the one day I actually need to be confident.

"Great we sit in boy girl boy girl so you will be sitting in the back. Kristina and Nick raise your hands," the teacher called. 

A girl with long dyed dark purple hair and pink lipstick raised her hand. A boy with dark hair and dark eyes raised his hands. She was wearing a light pink dress and white heels. He was wearing jeans and a tight blue shirt. They sat towards the back in the center.

"Hey, my names Kristina," the girl smiled and I shook her hand.

"My names Nick," he smirked and I nodded my head.

"My names Malia," I said as I took out a notebook. English was my favorite class so I wasn't to worried about it.

"The assignment is to write an essay about what you want your future to be like in college or after high school. Nothing ridicules and must be school appropriate," the teacher sat back down in his seat. 

"Look who decided to show up," Kristina got up and moved over to the seat next to her. 

A boy with dark hair and blue eyes came and sat in that seat, he was wearing a hockey jersey and blue jeans. 

"That is Alex, Brittany's boyfriend. You know Brittany right?" Kristina smiled as Alex rolled his eyes.

"Erm, no sorry," I smiled and stretched out my hand. "My name's Malia."

"Alex," he smirked and I let my hand drop since he took no interest in shaking it.

"This assignment must be one page long and is due at the end of the period," my teacher called out from his computer. 

I picked up my pencil and began writing, I loved writing but my handwriting looked liked a gorilla did it with his feet while laughing. Okay not that bad but it wasn't like every other girls handwriting. 

             I would like my future to be me attending a good university with my boyfriend. I want my future to hold promise's of a better life for me and my future family. I can accomplish this by studying, making friends, and keeping up my grades.

I continued writing about how I can accomplish those goals with miniature steps, but in reality I didn't know. I don't know what I want, I didn't even plan on studying as much as I said I would. 

"Wow four hours a night?" Alex whistled causing attention to be drawn to him.

"I don't know what to say, this is all made up. What did you put?" The last part of my statement came out harder then I expected as I leaned over to look at his paper.

"I finished and turned it in," he smirked and laid down on his desk. 

I finished with a conclusion and stood up to turn it in, when I noticed most people weren't done. Instead they were looking at the back row, and I rolled my eyes. I turned in my paper and realized why they were. There was a mix of athletes and hot girls, sitting in the back row. I probably looked like a blob-fish sitting next to all these skinny, athletic, hot people.