think pink.

1 sorry, toots.

The tan building was wide with many windows. It seemed that the layout was trying to be inviting, but in all honesty, it kind of resembled a jail.

I pushed a strand of dark hair from my face as the sound of my shoes tapping on the concrete kept me from zoning out.

All I had was a slip of yellow paper to hand to someone in the office that would then give me my schedule for my day.

Tugging on my pale top, I followed the other rambunctious and rowdy students into the building. After I got through the doors, I kept my head down letting my hair drape down to cover my face that I felt grow red. I never considered myself an insecure person but now that I was walking in without anyone familiar, in an outfit my mother had laid out for me, I was feeling shy.

I kept left until I found the administrative office's door. Inside, a red-toned brunette maybe the age of my mother shuffled through files.

"Excuse me," I muttered, slightly tapping my nails on the counter in front of her desk.

"Oh, hello!" She sat up straight in her chair, fanning her hands out over the papers that were thrown around in front of her. "What can I do for you this morning, sweetheart?"

"I- uh," I started. "I have this," I handed her the folded paper in my shaky hand. I felt my lip pout out like it did before I would cry.

She fidgeted around with some more files. "Darn, I misplaced the roster again." She sat for a second before getting up and coming around the counter. She scribbled room numbers on the back of the slip.

I nodded as she talked me through what my day would look like. She probably could see on my face that I was at least a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, but it's your first day so just take it easy, don't get yourself in too much trouble, and you'll be fine!"

She patted my back as a taller brunette made her way from the back office. I recognized her as Principal McGee.

I headed out into the halls which were mostly vacant as the sound of a xylophone came on overhead. I looked down at the paper in my hand to try and figure out where I should be.

206..218..103.. 

"Uh," I let out as someone bumped into my shoulder.

"Sorry, toots."

Turning that direction, all I could see was a leather jacket, cigarette smoke, and ahead of hair.

Batting my eyes, I headed to the nearest restroom. Staring myself down in the mirror, I tugged my hair from the pins holding it out of my face. I shook it out until I recognized myself again. Back there in school, I was not a popular doll. I was never liked by anyone but the greasers and I was mostly despised by the preppy girls with their ponytails or poodle cuts. Maybe it was because I had more black surrounding my eyes than them or maybe because I wore tighter fitting pants.

I looked down at my waist and my eyes followed down the length of my skirt. It was nice skirt that I'm sure my mother worked hard to pay for by the ways he presented it earlier this morning.

I didn't know how I was going to play this out.

I took a deep breath and stepped back into the halls.