Forget, Change, Pretend

Chapter 3

“Oh joy,” I muttered to myself. “It’s the first day of school.” I shifted in my bed, and threw the covers over my head. They won’t mind if I take the day off today. I thought, about to fall back into a deep sleep. Then, I heard some loud footsteps come towards me.  I internally groaned as I held the covers tightly over my head, praying that she would go away. Now, you may think that I was hiding from my mom, but boy are you wrong. You could consider her a mother, since she nags and nags like there’s no tomorrow. Or maybe I get annoyed too easily. Or it’s both.

“Dani!!! Get up; you can’t be late for the first day of school, especially not the first day of high school. Can you believe it? It’s high school. If we don’t get to school on time we won’t make a good first impression, and if we don’t make a good first impression, our high school careers will go down the toilet. After that, we won’t be able to date any cute boys, go to the hottest parties, or anything!!!” She blabbered, making me want to push her off my balcony.

“You do realize that sounds like heaven to me, right?” I said, not willing to let her take the covers off. I could practically see her roll her eyes as she walked towards me. For a second, all I heard was silence. I probably should have known better than  to relax, but I was so tired that my common sense was being overpowered. So, instead of being cautious, I started drifting back to sleep. Suddenly, I felt jumping on my bed.

“GET UP!!!” She yelled, jumping harder with each word. I was about to shove her off my bed when she started jumping on me. She was freaking jumping on me! OW! OW! OW! I yelled in my head.

“Fine!” I said, throwing the covers off of me. I glared at her with my death glare that scared the crap out of people and walked towards the bathroom while grabbing something random from my closet.  I smiled as my feet hit the cold tile floor, slamming the door so that Melissa-that little brat- was sure to hear it. I threw the clothes by the sink, as I started to strip my clothes off. After that, I took a nice, especially long shower to which I was being yelled at for half the time. I hope she does realize that her yelling only makes me take longer. I finally came out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. In the mirror, I could see that my hair was going to work for me today. I brushed my wet hair quickly, tying it up in a ponytail, which I would later let down. The clothes were simple enough, and better than what I would have picked on purpose, at least in what I knew would be Melissa’s opinion.

A simple blue tank top with a black leather jacket over it, and some skinny jeans that would go along with my black converse. There was no way I was wearing any jewelry or anything, no matter how much Melissa begged. Melissa examined me as soon as I revealed myself behind the door. She was about to object before I pushed her aside, making her fall on her butt. She glared at me, and kicked me in the shin to which I just laughed at. I walked out the door, ready for my first day of hell. Without grabbing any breakfast, I put on my converse, grabbed my backpack, and left.

Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the school, with Melissa still trying to catch up to me in her kitten heels and yellow sundress. I snickered at her as she finally caught up to me. “What the hell was that?! I come downstairs like 5 minutes later and you ‘re like gone.” She said, smacking me on the head.

“It’s called, trying to get to school on time without fixing my hair every 20 seconds.” I retorted, “Anyway, go get your schedule. I already have mine.” With that, I walked away, trying to find my locker. The hallway was crowded with people talking, exchanging schedules, and the usual. There were the usual cliques, popular, nerds, Goths, etc. What else is new? Really, what the hell was Melissa so excited about?

The thing is there was never a ‘clique’ I belonged to. I was the loner and Melissa was the person who was what you could say an every clique type of girl. She could practically fit in anywhere whereas I can’t fit in anywhere, hence why I wouldn’t ever join a clique anyway.

Spinning the dial, I tried opening the locker, to no avail. I hated lockers. I could never open them to save my life, which is why I never really kept my stuff in lockers. There was also the fact that my last school had really crappy lockers and could be opened by just hitting them, therefore, your stuff was never safe. After 15 times of failing, I felt someone behind me, Turning around I came face to face with Melissa bouncing up and down. For some reason I felt disappointment. However, there is no way I am admitting the reasons to them which you have probably guessed. Anyway, I said I wouldn’t think  about him so I’m not going to.

“So, where’s your schedule?” Melissa asked, holding her hand. I pushed her hand away. There was really no point in giving her my schedule.

“We’ll find out later.” I said, starting to walk away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to get myself a drink.” This school was like a freaking maze. How am I supposed to find all of my classes here? I guess I’m just not used to it yet, but still. Ok, the gym is right next to the front office. Therefore, it’s only two hallways from there. Right now, I’m at the…oh wow. I’m at the cafeteria. How did I manage that? Oh well, I’m not complaining. I walked over to the vending machine, and decided to get some fruit punch. Before, I could lean down to grab my drink I was drenched in ice cold water from head to toe.

Turning towards the direction of where the water had come from, I saw Walter Damson, or as I like to call him Walter Dickson. And there, right behind him was Jordan, holding the now empty bucket of water.

Jordan Leadon. You better run. Cause you’re a dead man.