Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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The first day of school finally decided to be a bitch and at last arrive. Unfortunately, I forgot to buy a new school uniform over the summer. Especially as I was kept busy, not concerning over wardrobe issues. But there was also the factor that I haven't grown in a while that I thought I could probably still fit into my old uniform. I was completely wrong. Now here I was constantly having to pull down my skirt and lift my socks up to make an attempt at not exposing myself. I fix my tie in the reflection of the car window.

"First day of junior year. Excited, Rory?" My uncle asked me repeatedly tapping his pointer finger onto his steering wheel. He's nervous. For what?

"Don't worry, I won't have a heart attack in the middle of pre-calculus. I promise" I noted, patting his shoulder in empathy. The scary looking building was approaching causing all the emotions in me to erupt. This was happening, my life was about to become more miserable. Uncle Matt drives into the drop off lane and unlocks the doors. Please don't make me go.

"Can't I just be instituted into the hospital for the rest of my life?" I pleaded digging my nails into my backpack strap. Matt began to act as if he was thinking.

"No. Now out. I need to be somewhere" Matt concluded shooing me out his car. I could feel people staring as I tried shoving myself back into the car. My uncle drove with the door still opened, making me hit my head on the door and blush in embarrassment. I pulled on my skirt and walked into the courtyard with everyone else. I glared at all the people who kept glancing at me as I walked closer to the corner in which my group of friends were all at.

"Lolita! I haven't seen you all summer" Judith Lane screeched embracing me in a tight hug. I held my breath so I wouldn't be choked by the enormous amount of perfume she was wearing. I faked a smile to her and greeted my other friends. Sophie scared me from behind making me accidentally smack her. After exchanging hellos with one another we headed inside Gotham academy.

My locker was upstairs, but that meant I got one of the big lockers. I knew many people in this school, I just never be-friended them. Too many faces and a small brain capacity don't go well. Although it wasn't oblivious that the school knew who I was, what my nickname meant. It wasn't my intention to cause trouble but due to being sent to the principles office so many times, everybody knew about Lolita.

As I made my way to my locker number I realized who my locker buddy was. A girl named Lillian, we used to be elementary friends but she's been out for my blood the day I replaced her as middle fielder in soccer.

"Lillian" I mumbled twisting my lock, and stuffing my backpack in it.

"Lolita" She sang annoyingly. She finished applying her cherry scented lipgloss and then looked at me as if something was wrong with me. I ignored her and grabbed what was necessary to me. My skirt being too small for me was unintentional meanwhile Lillian purposely bought the freshman size uniforms to receive attention from guys in our school. But I couldn't complain, if I had her stature I would too.

"You finally decided to show the school what a stank you are" She snarled looking me up and down. She snapped her wrist and shut her locker. A grin of satisfaction spread through her lips.

"It's not like they call me Lolita for nothing" I uttered shoving her shoulder out of my way. I walked down the crowded stairs and headed off to my first class or as the fancy people here call it, my first block. I dreaded entering the classroom already being able to see and hear the assholes who were now my classmates. I got immediate reactions from the back of the room where all the males were fooling around. The girls in the front gave me slight dirty looks as I walked further into the room.

"Mmm, our Lolita sure did get hotter over the summer" Dean Jansen purred coming up to me. My brown hair twirled around his finger, the same move he's done to me and other girls in previous classes. I pushed him off playfully so I could seat myself down on one of the desks. I take out my schedule and looked at my classes and teachers. Before I could read my third-period class Dean took the paper out of my hand.