You're Not Creative

C h a p t e r - 3

After landing on my butt, I looked up to see what I ran into.

Really all I saw was a bunch of red hair everywhere. After a second of struggling, she finally moved her hair out of her face and detangled her curls from the strap of her bag.

"Watch where you're going!" she yelled, shuffling to get up, then tripped on her heels and fell again. I stifled my giggles back so I wouldn't be smacked by the obviously angry stranger.

Mumbling an apology, I helped her back up. She was taller than me by a couple of inches with her heels on. Without them she'd probably be about my height.

I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by her while she paused and looked me up and down.

"You're new, aren't you?" she questioned. I nodded and thought up a small prayer she wouldn't ask too many questions. I wouldn't have the answers to them all.

She waited a few beats to give a smile. "I see. I'm Xandra. Where do you live?"

I pointed back behind me. "The apartments on 4th."

"Are you still in school?"

"Yeah. Senior."

"Me too! We should eat together or something."

I debated for a second. I'd only just met her, and within the small amount of time she gave me a look that could kill.

But then I saw the excited gleam that showed just how happy she want to meet a possible friend, I agreed. It's hard not to when you get puppy looks.

"Great!" she stuffed her hands in her pocket. "What's your name?"

"Paige."

I almost missed my name. Hazeline. My Mom was in love with it when I was born. It means something to her, and it was so unique I had a hard time not giving it.

"Paige. Okay. Meet me at the 2nd table in the 6th row, far back at the end of the cafeteria."

Then she was gone.