The door rang open and everybody's head turned. They stared, no, gawked as she stepped through the doors, smiling her sinister grin. She knew exactly what she looked like to them. A dark angel, a silent goddess. She brushed her fingers through her jet-black hair, knowing exactly how every movement was portrait. Perfect and confident.
'This is how you make an entrance,' she thought, striding through the hallways, taking in every boy's lustful look and every girl's jealous glare.
She was now 'that' girl. A group of boys whistled as she passed by and smirked past them. They were eating out of her palm and she's hadn't even shown them the full extend of her powers yet.
She stepped into the office, changing the atmosphere with her presence. The plum little lady behind the desk, snapped her head up and paused as if taking in this new, unfamiliar girl. She pushed her frame up the bridge of her nose and combed her curly red hair with her fingers, feeling conscious about herself all of a sudden.
"May I help you?" she stuttered at first.
"Yes, I'm new and I need my transfer forms," she said, keeping her smile.
"Oh, sure. I just need some identification," she said, typing furiously into her computer.
"I don't have any," said the young girl.
"Oh, well I'm sorry but I can't authorize any transfer forms unless you have some identification," she said, combing through her hair once again.
The young girl smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, leaning into the receptionist. The red-haired women dropped her jaw and their eyes were forced locked. The girl flashed her bright, electrifying blue eyes, unleashing her power at the women.
"You don't need any identification. I'm just a new student who moved back into town," she said soothingly.
The older women nodded and handed her the papers.
"Thank you very much," she said, signing on the dotted lines and passing the papers back to the dazed receptionist.
"And here's your class schedual,"said the elderly women in monotone. She grabbed the white sheets and carefully stuffed them into her bag, already memorizing everything upon first glance.
She spun around, and stepped out the door, reapplying her sunglasses. Certain things looked familiar but it was still fuzzy to recollect the past. But she could recognize where her first class was. History, block D.
She kicked the door open, as if demanding the attention of the entire class. Not that she had to demand for it. Her looks were enough to attain them on its own.
"May I help you?" asked a man who looked around mid-thirties. She handed him her slip and waited till he looked through it. It irritated her how slow they could be at times. "Oh, well it seems we have a new student joining us. Miss Drake is it? Would you care to take your seat?" he gulped which made her smile. 'At least he knows to be afraid of me," she thought. She pulled out an empty chair at the back of the class and noticed that most of them were either too scared to look at her, or too curious not to.
Unfortunately, she had to prevent herself from snapping the teacher's mouth shut. Not only was she tired of listening to the same thing over and over again, but to listen to the wrong facts too? But she knew she'd have to endure this. This was the small sacrifice she'd have to make. But she didn't mind it very much because what she had in store for 'him' was way more delicious an opportunity to throw away.
