JADES’ P.O.V
That guy was a major douche. Grabbing me like that? No manners. Now my arm hurts from how strong his grip was. I like his eyes. What the ??-
Time to focus on something way more important. I looked hopelessely confused right now. The hallway was so big , there was a big clock on the wall at the end of the hall. I could spot it from around the middle where I was.
7:20 it read. I noticed I’d forgotten my watch. I began reading the numbers on the lockers. So many of them. Trying to find locker sixty-nine which was supposedly mine.
Roughly after five minutes , I found mine and punched in my combination. 61969 . Seriously? I just observed how frequently the number six and nine had something to do with me. For those who understand this idiom, I really hope it dosen’t mean I’m going to ‘get hit by a bus’ sooner than I thought.
I brought out some books I had kept in there the day I was newly dispersed to the locker. It was last week Friday. I gained admission here at Swanley High thus had to come and get the things the school had to offer me. It was too much to carry so I loaded my locker with some necessary books and took the others home.
I really do like to do things myself ,so don’t wonder why the chauffeur didn’t accompany me with the Limo. And we don’t own a limo, i’m just being sarcastic.
With my books in hand and a pen lodged between my fingers, I jogged to math class. It was the first subject of the day. Nice huh? No gosh I hate math. I feel like crying out loud but I can’t. I don’t cry. Not since after dad died. Instead of crying, I get really depressed. That’s how it is for me. Proceeding there, I had to ask for directions but I did find it easier than I thought.
Now, I have an unusual fear. Fear of being laughed at when I walk into a room filled with people I don’t know. And that’s when my shyness kicks in. But I think I found a possible cure for it. I just think of Sasha fierce. Beyonces’ alter-ego. I think she’s really tough, fearless and reckless. I sometimes want to believe every girl has their own Sasha Fierce in them. I make use of my theory and use them for my own good.
Out of nowhere, I felt Sasha. Mmm , Sasha is definitely a feeling. A feeling that gets me confident. I relaxed my shoulder muscles but did a strong but graceful walk into the class, right past a couple of random people and into a seat somewhere in the middle lane.
EVERYONE WAS STARING AT ME. EVERYONE. For atleast, as I walked past. Possible reasons? I looked strange?, or that I’m new but I had just walked in like I was Head-cheerleader.
‘I’m insecure please like can you not?’, I remarked loudly…..in my head.
I was about to coyly hide my face in my desk but something happened that made me want to scream my head off. Someone had walked into the class, looking for where to sit and pacing about. That someone. Was Alexia. Oh my gosh ALEXIA!!!!!!
My tittycake!! My cuntnugget!! My Bestfriend from London. You see, we just moved out of there, down to Canada here. Alexia wasn’t sad about me leaving. Infact she was so happy , it pissed me off. I even asked her why she was so excited but she said ‘I’ll know when the time comes’ and that it would surprise me. Holy shit! This was her surprise? I face-palmed my forehead. She moved here too? Her whole family relocated here too?
