Rainbow

chapter 2; beginnings

7:12

Summer had come and gone, faster than Lola had hoped. She was excited and scared. All she was hoping for was to not have a locker next to Sophie. From what she'd heard, there were going to be locker partners that year, and even the thought of sharing a locker with that girl sent a chill down her spine. As she got to her locker though, someone caught her eye. She walked up to her and stood in front of her. She was a cheerleader. She could tell; her long blond hair, her rich looking clothes, her bright blue eyes. She was a cheerleader, alright. Lola couldn't help but blush at her beauty. Her hourglass figure was perfectly showing through her tight T-shirt and shorts. The girl looked at her funny. "You ok? You look sunburnt." at this, Lola was snapped out of her trance, and quickly pulled out her schedule. "Yeah! Are you my locker partner?" she hoped she'd say yes. She looked at her sheet and pulled out her own. "Aw, no. my locker is to your right." she walked over to it and opened it, testing out the lock. Lola's heart sank into her stomach. ' why can't she be my partner?' just then, she heard the unholy sound of a teenage girl. Sophie sauntered up to her and smiled. "Heeeey! Were locker partners!" she pushed Lola aside and opened the locker. "Yeah, I can work with this." she started putting things into the locker and ended by placing a small shelf on the bottom. "Under this divider is for you." it was smaller than the length of her hand. Lola wanted to cry, but instead, she smiled. "Alright. Thanks." she set her stuff under the divider, just barely fitting everything in, and walked to her first class.

The girl from before had followed her. "Hey! That was really mean of the girl, huh?" Lola glanced at her, and looked straight ahead. "Yeah, i guess. I'm used to it by now though." she could see the girl's mouth drop slightly out of the corner of her eye. "What?! That's totally unfair! Who IS that girl?!" the girl picked up her pace, and Lola had to jog to keep up with her. "Her name is Sophie Rezmund. She's a cheerleader." "Oh!" the girl smiled. "I'm a cheerleader! I can talk to her and get her to stop being so rude!" Lola laughed at the thought. "She won't stop unless her boyfriend gives her an AMAZING reason to. Even he can't change that girls mind about a person." the girl walks in front of her and faced her. Lola once again blushed, her face eye level with her chest. "What's your name? I'm Annabelle!" she stuck out her hand to shake, and Lola hesitant shook it. "I'm Lola Emmerson." Anna smiles and started to walk again. "That's a lovely name! I love your hair! Your like... rainbow girl!" Lola really wanted to cry now.

4:00 pm

Lola walked into her room, and opened the curtains. She flung the window open as well, and let the cool fall breeze blow into her room. She turned and sighed. In the lighting of outside, and nothing more, she could see the beauty that was her room. The walls were a pale, almost baby blue, and the floor was white hardwood. Her bed had the same coloured sheets, and had a pretty white canopy above it. Her desk was an artist desk, at the moment flat like a school desk, and was made of metal and glass. It was placed next to the window, and next to that, perched carefully against the corner of her room, was her full length mirror. She studied her reflection; pale. She was too pale. Maybe if she would go outside instead of being cooped up in her room for hours on end, drawing and reading, she would be tan, like the other girls. She knew she wouldn't be though, no matter how much time she spent in the sun. she was the kind of person that burned instead of tanned. 'Even if i had tan skin,' she thought. 'My hair would clash with the color!' her pale blue eyes would almost be beautiful if she didn't have a pair of thick-rimmed glasses shrouding them. Her grey sweatshirt and blue jeans made her look into the current trends, but she and everyone at her school knew that she was far from that. A 16 year old girl stood in the mirror before her, but she felt much older. She was a freshman! She had a title now instead of '8th grade'. The older students call her and the other freshman 'freshies'! She smiled to herself and sat on her bed. She pulled out her computer and logged into her FullOfFan account, and looked at the comments on her story. She responded to almost all of them, most responses being 'thank you!' or, 'cool!'. She pulled up a new page and copied the next chapter onto it, edited, and published it. Almost immediately her fans were on it, adding comments and suggestions. She smiled and closed the website, and started on her homework. 'Nothing is going to go wrong this year. I'll make sure of that.' she thought.