Queen Anns Lace

Chapter One

I stared dreamily at the back of who I could only assume was Jack. Courtney Lisgts stroder over, as flirty as ever. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off of his creamy white skin. Apparently, she was either dense or just plain unobservant, or maybe it was even the fact that she thought every boy liked her, no strings attached, but even I could see his discomfort, and I was three seats behind him. I turned my gaze toward Courtney. She had a tacky spray on tan, blue eyeshadow, and heinous purple lipstick. She was a total...well, I think you get the picture.  

Ashley, the "ice queen", as I liked to call her, strode in. She took one look at Courtney and snidely said: "Are you color blind? 'Cause honey, that tan, the makeup, well... all of this"she motioned dramaticly at her face "Is just awful. Learn how to be able to put your makeup on." Her posse laughed. I know it sounds horrible, but I silently agreed. Then, I saw the look on Courtney's face. She tried so hard... too hard...to be populer and attractive. In a split second, I had made a decision. I would take Courtney under my wing.  

Yes, I know how much of an a-hole I sound like, but it's true. She needs some help. Could I give it to her, though?  

I quickly glanced down at my green t-shirt, shredded jeans, and my beaten down Chucks. My brown hair was short, and I constantly found myself putting it in a bun. My eyes glowed bright blue, and my fingernails were long and painted green. Chewing on my pencil, I mentally took away Courtney's tan, make up, and all the other fake things. The way I figure it, she could be popular. Suddenly, I was aware of a presence above my desk. I glanced up, and saw Ashley. She was glaring daggers at me.  

"Staring at Jack? Or Courtney?" she smirked. "Oh, and fyi, the poor look has been out since the 1899s." 

I rolled my eyes. How stupid could you be? The bell rang, and students scrambled to grab their seats. I leaned back and settled in for a long, boring lecture about how we are not to be badasses. I zoned put, sketching an angel holding a devil. They embraced, eternally.  

"Kassidy?" asked Mr. Blyth. "Would you like to show us your drawing?" 

"I don't care." I said, my heart beating a little faster. 

"Well, then. Why don't you show the class what is so important?"  

I held up my drawing. I let people gawk and make fun of it. It didn't matter anymore. I didn't care about what a bunch of spoiled, rich brats tell me that my drawing was lame. So what if they snickered at it? So what  if they laughed and called me "Poor Little Starving Art Girl."

     Silently, I held my picture up. Everyone started laughing. Well, I guess I shouldn't say that. The Loister brothers had their heads bent down, refusing to look up. Everyone else was laughing uproariously, making fun of me.

     Suddenly, my picture was ripped from my hands, giving me a paper cut. I looked up ondognantly, and was about to yell out, when I saw that it was Jack. His eyes glittered with rage. I flinched away, afraid he was going to hurt me. The whole class had gone silently, and you could practicly screaming at him, egging him on. Then, he wheeled around and said: "At least she HAS talent!" Then he stalked back to his seat, eyes glittering dangerously.

     I stood there in shock until Mr. Blyth cleared his throat. I scurried back to my seat, and slid into my seat. Jack refused to look at me, as though he was regretting what he just did. I didn't blame him. His popularity WAS at stake here. I was just little Ms. Nobody who was constantly picked on by teachers and students alike, just because I was here with a tuition. I hated my school, my uniform, my life at school. My parents didn't force me to come here, but said it was a big opportunity that may never happen again. By then, I was so sick of public school that I pretty much would've been happy to so to Anartica. Now, I would give anything to go back. 

     Suddenly, a note fluttered unto my desk gracfully, snapping me back down to the real world painfully.

  When I unfolded it, my heart nearly stopped. I still have your picture, it said, why don't you come over later tonight? ~Jack & Derek.

     I smiled to myself, happy that I might finally have friends, or even a boyfriend and a bestie.

     Yeah, sure. Then I'll be prom queen and fly to the moon.