Baggage l.h. {au}

4.♦

I've came to two conclusions about Cali, so far.

1. I hate it.
2. I really really hate it.

        And to make matters worse. I have more school today. Stupid....oh so stupid Valley High. In this case, I'm not so pepped up for school. For one, I hate making new friends. Hell, even back home I had trouble making them. I barley had any, but that was okay, because I was quiet. The school hall ways were always lonely, and not so crowded, It wasn't that big of a school.

        But, I can just tell things are going to be different here, just by the size of the parking lot.
You see, in my school, I was never popular. But, I always had a group of friends to fall back on. I was never really alone. Ever. Y'know, until now, where I'm dumped in a strange neighborhood, at a strange place, full of strange people. Let's just say my life is quite strange right now.
I slammed the door of my new car. My "father" had tried bribing me into speaking to him with it. It didn't work, and I still hated the fact of him trying to get me to not hate him. It's all very confusing.
The campus grounds were full if hormonal teens sucking face, studying, or smoking unknown herbs through a tube if paper. The smell was strong, but not stronger than the scent of overly expensive perfume. That one gases you out. 

        I haven't been here that long, and already, I hate it.  It's filled with arrogant, annoying girls.  And the guys, let's not even get started on them.   I can't go one day without someone trying to interact with me.

        "Hey,  you must be Dakota?" My hateful thoughts were knocked out by a voice. A girl voice. I turn to find a blond, at least 5'7, towering over me, causing me to look up and find, yet another, overly tanned and loaded with heavy eyeliner.

        "Yeah. That's me." I said, cringing at her brown  skin, which was skillfully packed with makeup and lip gloss.  

        "Great!," The girl exclaimed. "If you would just come this way I want to introduce you to Chelsea, and Amanda, and Tyra.  Oh, by the way, I'm Laney." She trailed on and on, pulling me between various groups of people with her killer grasp.

        "Uh, no, I'd rather not." I know this is judging, by I can already tell by the way she talks and looks she's not who I would like to get involved with. "Please. Let go." I said, sternly, pulling my arm back into place.  I straightened out my shirt, and brushed off loose grass on my jeans.

        "Don't you want to make friends?" she says cocking her fried blond head to the side.  "What are you, some sort of loser?" She scoffs, giving me a confused, yet hateful look.

        "Uh, no. I'd rather not. At least not with you." I laugh, brushing the frizz that the wind caused in my hair.

        "Fine, bitch I was just trying to help." She snorts back popping her knuckles, trying to look even the slightest bit intimidating.  "With that." She scrunches her nose and waves her hands over my body.

        "I don't need your help." I say smoothly, smirking.  I was honestly enjoying this.

        "It really sounds like you need to get off your period. I'll try again next week." She rolls her eyes.

        "Oh, that's the thing. You don't understand. You has a penis, right?" Her eyes widened at my comeback, he clenched her fist to her side, and huffed.  I had seemed to forget that other people are watching us, because I was knocked out of my oblivion by a wave of gasps and cheers. I think I was winning this battle.

        "I really don't think you know who you're messing with." She flares her nostrils. She reminds me of a pig.

        "A dike, right, considering you have a penis?" I continue, feeling overly confident with myself right now. I mentally laughed at the way she was glaring at me.  She was practically fuming.