The Crazy Adventures of Aqua Girl

Chapter 30 - It'll Have To Do

After gym, I changed quickly, showered myself in deodorant, and made my way to my next class: French.

With Aidan.

Ugh.

I trudged through the crowded hallways of my school, pushing past people to get to my lesson, and soon enough I arrived at Room 102B. Most of my class was already in there, so I took a seat at the back just as Aidan sauntered in behind me, and started making his way towards me.

You've got to be kidding me.

I was about to protest when Madame Demen strutted in, looking impeccably French, wearing red high heels, a black beret, and a stripey, long dress. I huffed as Aidan dumped his bag next to mine. I swear he's obsessed with me or something. Gross.

"Bonjour, class! Today you'll be beginning your project with your partners on family. Get drafting your ideas! Good luck." Madame Demen instructed, before seating herself in the teacher's chair and logging onto the computer. Normally, when she said partners, it meant going to join some of my friends, and I grinned at the word. But now, I was scowling at the word partners, because I was working with none other than Aidan. As I watched Madame Demen typing on the keyboard, probably tweeting something about boring lessons to her hipster French friends, Aidan shuffled up to my side.

"Hey." Aidan said, gazing over at my face.

Silence. I wasn't going to try and make conversation with him.

"So, I don't actually know your address. For tomorrow."

"Too bad." I muttered, taking a pencil from my pencil case and fiddling with it.

"Well then, we'll get detentions for not doing our project." Aidan stated, beginning to smirk. Oh, yeah. There was no way in hell I was staying after school for an hour-long detention.

"Give me a bit of paper, then." Aidan reached into his bag and pulled out a ripped piece of plain paper. I scrawled my address on it and handed it back. Aidan examined the address.

"You live on 8th Street?" He asked, whilst dropping the paper into his bag.

"Well I wrote that, didn't I?" I retorted in reply. He didn't respond to that. Ha.

The rest of the lesson dragged on, with class discussions in broken French, and Madame Demen not really caring that there were countless paper airplanes whizzing around, bumping into people's heads. After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, signalling lunch. My favourite period of the day. 

Without bothering to say goodbye to Aidan, I swung my bag over my shoulder and zoomed out of the classroom door, entering the lunchtime rush of my school. I quickly made my way to the cafeteria and assessed the food options of the day. There was a sloppy-looking meat pie, which would probably give me stomach ache. No thank you. There was the vegetarian option of vegetable soup, which was probably cold. I'll skip that. Eventually, I reached the sandwich and wrap bar, where a very tempting chicken salad wrap was sat on the counter, practically winking at me. I grabbed it before the greedy people behind me could, and also grabbed a can of soda before paying, and going to sit with a few of my band mates.

"Hello, Cass!" Francesca exclaimed, a slightly geeky girl with glasses who played the clarinet.

"Hiya." I replied, taking a seat next to Francesca and opening the wrap. I took the first bite, and was pleasantly surprised by a sweet chilli sauce in among the chicken and salad. Delish.

I was about to ask Francesca what her next lesson was, when a loud crash and bang echoed around the cafeteria, and suddenly GoGo crashed through the ceiling, landing in a pile of rubble. Screams shot through the cafeteria, and people began scrambling through the doors to get away from the rubble, and a very angry-looking GoGo. As my fellow students scattered from the scene, I simply stood up, dropping my beloved wrap onto the table. Blaze Boy suddenly appeared from the hole in the roof, his cape billowing behind him in the wind. 

"Blaze Boy!" I shouted, looking up at him. He turned to gaze at me, and instantly recognized who I was. He shot a flame ball at GoGo, knocking her unconscious and landed next to me.

"Cass! This is your school, heh? Sorry for the crash landing, I had nowhere else to put her." Blaze Boy said, looking over at the unconscious GoGo. Behind Blaze Boy, I noticed a few teachers gawking at us through the glass doors.

"Look, I want to fight, so I need to cover my identity. My suit is at home though." I exclaimed, pointing towards the teachers.

"I have a spare mask, although it's red." Blaze Boy said, reaching into his secret pocket behind him and pulling out a red mask. I gratefully accepted it.

"It'll have to do." I mused, holding it in my hand. But I couldn't fight in my normal clothes, my school friends would know I was Aqua Girl. Wait a second...

"I'll be right back!" I bellowed, racing off towards the doors and barging through them, finding the corridors packed full of students. Some were injured from the rubble, and had blood and dust on their faces. I felt bad for them, but continued running towards my locker. Eventually I reached it, and unlocked the combination lock, pulling out my gym bag. I grabbed my gym t-shirt, shorts and trainers and slammed my locker shut, making a few girls standing near me shriek. Ugh, grow up.

"Excuse me!" I yelled, as I pushed past people on my way to the girl's locker room. Soon I reached the room and flung open the door, heading to the nearest locker and dumping my stuff. I quickly changed out of my normal clothes and into my gym kit. Tying up the laces of my brand-new trainers, which were about to get ruined) I opened the empty locker infront of me and used the small mirror on the door to adjust the mask to my face.

Sure, it looked super weird, a girl with a mask fighting in her gym kit, but I hoped nobody would know it was me. Then I remembered...my hair. The frizzy, uncontrollable mess. Everyone would recognize my godforsaken hair. Ping! Lightbulb moment! In a frantic rush, I ran over to the other side of the empty locker room and found a large bucket labelled 'LOST AND FOUND'. I quickly rummaged through the countless gym shorts, old trainers, until I found a large, woolen scarf. It was a monstrosity. It was all colors of the rainbow, knitted together in an old-granny sort of fashion. No wonder it was in lost and found. Figuring this was my only hope, I shoved it on my head and secured it by tying the loose end around my neck. 

I looked like a right ol' freak.