The Snitch

(ii)

Miss Selbourne didn't push me when I said I didn't know who was responsible for the Picasso on my locker. She asked me once and let me go from the Principal's office. Habib was waiting for me when I got out. "What did Selbourne say?", he asked almost the second I got out. "Nothing!", I said with my best demonic smile "Principal Selbourne just wanted to have a heart to heart. Ya know, girl talk? Wanted to know if Channing Tatum was really single." "You know," He replied         " For a person who cries that much, you're really sarcastic." Point.

"What are you even doing here? Don't you have class, Hussain?!" I tried to change the subject to salvage my remaining Tyrion Lannister sized ego. "Senior,baby." He flashed his teeth "Off periods remember?"  Of course, stupid assface had to be a year older than me and get off periods and throw them in my face. I flipped him off again, just because I could and made my way to English.

Just as I was about to open the door to Miss Roberts classroom, I realized that now I was in alien territory. I mean, English was my bitch but, without The Girls, who hated me now, I literally knew no one in my year. Who was I supposed to sit next to? I peeked in the class and calculated my options. The Girls had all the seats next to them taken by our... their devotees. Seeing them laughing, looking like the sisterhood I used to be a part of, crushed me. I entered the class, a few heads looked up. Beatrice looked up too. It was almost involuntary but she started to smile. Then looked away. My best friend since I thought Count Dracula was a mathematician just acted like she didn't know me.

And you know the worst part? I deserved it.

They had been my family. The Girls had been formed in Barbie playhouses and I was sure would last to Old Age Homes. Maybe they still will, I just wouldn't be a part. I don't know how we had gotten together. It's just the way things are I suppose. The sun rises, birds chirp, girl's with popular high school lives gravitate towards each other as toddlers and form a terrifying megazord. The usual.

But, whatever the causes, a sisterhood was formed. Mildew was the angelic pretty one. Leteisha was her best friend so she made the cut. She made captain of lacrosse later, though. Irene was smart but, never took the action. Esther did. Esther was better than us all. She was smart, she was pretty, she was ambitious. No, she wasn't the bad bitch. (Ladies, take notes. Classifying people is not the way. People aren't bad, some stuff they do is. Spread girl love. And stay in school.) Esther and I had been great friends but, she had a hard time accepting the shit I did. And when Esther didn't like something, she made sure no one else did.

That left me and Beatrice. I was smart *hair flip*, and Tris and I were attached at the hip. We went to the same pre-school and lived in the same neighborhood. My parents loved her and vice versa. She got me chocolate and Teen Wolf marathons when I was on my period. She hid my phone when I was checked during class. She pushed me so that I could collide with Tyler Holland and start a conversation. And now she treated me like Will Smith's second son.

I decided to swallow my pride and sit next to this girl with violet highlights. The moment I sat next to someone other than The Girls, a few people actually gasped. The others looked like they had been waiting for this confirmation the whole day. They probably were. It was official; Tyra Morgan was no longer a part of The Girls. Fan-freaking-tastic.

I sat through the class somehow managing to not draw attention to myself. (We were doing Pride and Prejudice, so do you realize how hard it was to not scream how hot Mr Darcy was?) Even Miss Roberts noticed the change in seating arrangement but, didn't say anything. She did give me this sympathetic look, though. Nice lady. I wish I could strangle her.

I decided to talk to violet highlights, I was pretty sure her name was Ramona. I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Hi! Ramona,right? I really like your hair." She looked like she had seen Kim K in a burqa for a second. A few people started looking at the exchange. She drew a deep breath and said " Are you kidding me right now?" She had a soft voice but almost everyone was listening in now, "You don't talk to me for 11 whole years. And now that your CoverGirl squad kicked you out, you think my hair is pretty?! My hair has been this way for 2 years! Now, you wanna be nice to me? I think not, bitch!" She took her books and stormed out of the room. A few people were hooting and most of them looked like they thought I deserved it. I felt my eyes prickling and rushed out of the room.

They had been there. All of them had been there. The Girls had gotten our gym teacher suspended when she had once called me 'fat'.  Now they witnessed me being humiliated in front of everyone and didn't say a word. All of them had been looking at me with cold eyes. With the eyes of a stranger.

"Tyra, hold up!" I turned around to see Beatrice. My baby Tris! She had come to comfort me, to tell me everything was gonna be okay and to apologize for not standing up for me back there. She was almost running and I was prepping myself for a bone crushing hug. But it never came. She stopped in front of me and handed me a piece of paper without looking into my eyes. I looked down at the paper

The Third Vampire Academy book

My black tube top

Green glitter nail-polish

And a whole lot of other random items. "It's my stuff that you have", she said. She still wouldn't meet my eyes "I want them back by Thursday." And she walked away.

I ran out of the school doors.

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A/N

What's cookin, good lookin?! Did you like it?!  Please tell me you did, I can't feel my fingers! Aren't people being mean to Tyra? Or are they?! *muhahahaha!!*  You'll  be finding out soon enough.

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