Rainbow

chapter 1; endings

7:00 am

"Rainbow girl" is what everyone called her. She despised the name from the start, but she knew where people were coming from. She had dyed her hair in extravagant hues, from red to purple; a whole rainbow. Her waist length hair made it even more noticeable, and she wore a black beanie everyday, making the colors stand out even more than they already did. Even though the nickname angered her, she never let it get too far under her skin. She ambled into the doors of Newington Middle school, ready for her last few weeks of school. She was WAY to excited for summer to start, and to prepare for high school. She had spent her free time at home watching videos on "how to survive freshman year", and "back to school do's and don'ts", and looked online for clothes and water bottles and books and notepads, and those college-ruled notebooks that she loved so much; she was 150% ready. As she trudged through her too-small locker, to find that it (once again) had her locker neighbor, Sophie, blocking her locker with her backpack. She sighed and waited as Sophie jabbered away with her other "popular" friends, until the bell rang. "Great," she said under her breath. "Another tardy." she kneeled down and opened her locker, after several tries, and took her stuff out of her backpack. She carefully took out her sketchbook, which she always had with her, and set it on top of her books and computer. She could never survive a day in that school without it. If she didn't have her sketchbook, she'd use her notebook, or, on special occasions, used the inside covers of her books to doodle. She put her backpack into her locker, and slammed it shut. Of course, her backpack got stuck in the door, so she had to open it again. By the time she got to homeroom, the pledge had started. She joined into the monotone reciting of the pledge, and put her hand over her heart. When it was over, she sat down and prayed her teacher hadn't taken attendance. Lucky for her, she hadn't, and with a heavy sigh of relief, she slumped into her chair and said "here!".

9:00 am

"I can't believe she did that!" Lola cried as she crumpled her detention slip. "I was INSIDE the classroom!" "well," Charli, her best friend, started. "She expects you in your seat when the bell rings... so it kinda makes sense..." "no, it doesn't!" she ripped the slip into shreds. "I was walking to my seat! I hadn't talked to anyone!" Charli shoveled things into her locker, and shut it quickly, to make sure nothing fell out. "Well, it's just 45 minutes. It's not like it's forever," she stated calmly. "It sure feels like it is." Lola pouted. For being the older of the two, she sure acted like the younger. Charli grabbed her stuff and turned to her. "I've gotta get going. We have a minute before class." Lola looked at the clock and jumped, almost dropping her things. "OH MY GOD! BYE CC!" she sprinted down the hall and to her next class, which was once again Mrs. Dakie. Lola rolled her eyes. Mrs Dakie was the meanest teacher she had this year. She had started out kind of nice, but about halfway through the year, she turned into the nastiest teacher ever. "Alright class! Get out your homework and check it on classroom!" she said as she sat down in her desk. The rest of the hour was as boring as usual.

12:03

Lunchtime was an odd time for Lola. she would go down to the lunchroom and eat, but then she would always go back to her fifth hour class to write. No, it wasn't that she had no friends, quite the opposite really; her table was packed with friends. All she wanted to do was wright, and computers weren't allowed in the cafeteria. She stood in the line, waiting for it to move, when she heard it; the rumble of feet, the loud chatter of students; it was 8A. They pour into the line, cutting in front of as many people as possible, slamming into the kids already in line. When the collisions stopped, she was yet again at the end of the line. She sighed and turned around. "I don't really need lunch anyway." she trudged back to the classroom, and sat down in her desk. Mr Karten sat in his own desk, writing emails. 'Hello Mr. Karten." she haphazardly waved and opened her computer. She pulled up her document and started to type.