Wide Awake

Chapter Four: The Weird One

                               I sat in the blue cushioned chair, stairing at the dead palm tree plant in the corner, frowning at it. If they were rich enough to afford automatic doors, then why can't they go hire a gardner? Or someone to water the poor thing already. But, it's too late. The whole thing was brown and wilted, sagging hopelessly to the dry dirt that it was trapped in. Poor thing. I could tell it would have been pretty if they even cared for it. I guess this is just the hell to come for coming to Ridgeville. That would be me in a couple of weeks, wilted, dead and brown.

                                   But I don't want to wilt. Or be dead. Or be brown. "Lecie." A monotone voice said, acting very bored.

                         I walked up to the desk, and smiled at the woman behind it, even though  I didn't want to. Her hair was toppled on her head, like a beehive, except it was black. She had chubby fingers, and a robust shape, with a very serious- but chubby face. Her eyes were beady, and brown, fixed into a permanent glare. I could tell, she had a holier-than-thou additude about her, with her seventy year old glasses, and her red lipstick. She was assesing my outfit over the top of her computer, and her chubby hand held out the papers I had came here for. Finally! Kera dropped me off here thirty minutes ago! How long does it take to print up one class schedule? Judging by the fact the office's printer was still clinking behind the horrible secretary, I'm guessing that thing was as old as the secretary's glasses.

           I smiled, a bittersweet smile, while the secretary glared. That's right. I could care less. Snatching the paper out of her hands, including my locker key that was taped to it, I gave her a wave, and busted out the door, while I still could. People were starting to gather in the hallways. 

                              Reading my information, I juggled my binders and all the school supplies. Apparrently I had to get my textbooks from each individual teacher.  Which was weird. Hmm. Easier maybe. The hallways were starting to get crowded even more now, and I was getting jostled around, with shouts of not-meant apologies along the ways.

                                All I could see were faces... Faces, faces and more faces. I started to breathe harder, cursing at people as I shoved away from them. So this highschool had never heard of personal space. You would think with these huge hallways there would be room for everyone. Laughter, and talking slammed into my ears making me wince, and I pushed through everyone, finally reaching the wall. I sighed. So I knew I couldn't find my way to my locker now. Not with this distressing crowd. Apparently I'm claustrophobic. That's great. Among my other problems. This is a huge school for a reason. Too many students. I just hope I don't have that many in my class.

          Head down, I shuffled past lockers, spinning the dial rapidly. Gossiping girls spoke in hushed tones near my locker, and not meaning to eavesdrop, I did.

          "Oh my god, did you see him? He's so sexy. He probably walked out of a modeling agency or something. We got like four new students today! And it's like the middle of the year! Ahh! Three hot guys and someone else. Ohh, I bet it's-" And they cut off, pointing to me probably, as I dumped all my binders except one into my locker. I rolled my eyes. Soon, they would go back to talking about Mr. Sexy and his two friends.

           "Anyways, he's got like this exotic name. Ryde. Haha, I bet you Celia is already after him. That bitch, she gets everything she wants!" The other blond snapped, angrily while her friend nodded in agreement. Wait a minute, Ryde...? Where had I heard that before.... I sighed. Whatever it's probably nothing. Blond girl gossip. That's it. I sighed, and scooped my binders up, and  looked at my schedule. So. Mr. Hash's history class? Bring it on.