When She calls

The first day

The smell of cigarettes and the sound of hundreds of exited students hit me and made me shiver, so this was to be my new beginning. My black boots were keeping out most of the coldness from the wet ground, which was now covered in brown leaves and made it slippery. I had already had to run back into my room at the student home and change because of the most recent slip which had left my butt all wet and muddy. So now I was dressed in my second favorite dress, purple and which swayed beautifully with my body and gave a hint of a proud and full chest. My dark brown hair was not straight anymore, since the damp air made it curl in large locks which now escaped the messy ponytail.

The bell rang, and I swore as I tried to hurry my steps. This was just great, late on the very first day… perfect.

“And who might you be?” asked the very tall, gray-haired woman who was my new English teacher.  

“Um...Greta Sway, mam…” I answered in a low and unsure voice.

“Well, Miss Sway, I am Mrs. Cornwall. You may take a seat next to Miss Wolt, and I do hope you will come in time for my classes in the future.” With her bony, white finger Mrs. Cornwall pointed at an empty seat next to a girl with dark red, straight hair which made me swallow an impulse to pull my fingers through it. She was very good-looking, and it was not hard to see that this girl was popular. All the boys in the class sat in a large circle around her, her tight shirt showing off a more modest bosom than mine, but which was pushed up by a, probably well-stuffed, bra that was showing its lace above the shirts low cut. Our looks didn’t meet, and I wondered if she did not hear what had just been said (even though the class was pretty much quiet…).

“Hi, I’m Greta.” I spoke and reached out my hand to her as I sat down. She looked at me, then my hand and with a bitchy tone said “Yeah, hi…” That was it. This was going to be a very long hour…

After that the school day continued pretty much in the same tone, Kitty Wolt seemed to attend most of my classes, and had become like venom in my veins. Not ones did she look my way, not that this was unusual… I wasn’t known for being social and fun… I wasn’t known at all to be honest. As hard as I tried I had never fit in anywhere. But Kitty, she just didn’t like me and was not sky to show it.

As the bell rang I felt relieved, and slowly collected my books so I did not have to meet Kitty or any of her followers by the lockers.  As I walked home to my small room I wondered why, of all places, I chose this small town when I could have gone anywhere… I guess I thought that people would be nicer in a small town, boy was I wrong! At least there was the forest, were I always felt like home. Safe…

“So Greta, how was your first day at school?” Rogers face watched me as I sat down on the common room.

“I’m seriously considering a career at the burger-joint.” I answered with a deep sigh.

“That bad, huh?”

“I don’t fit in, Roger. I never do! I’m starting to give up and just… I don’t know”