A/N : This one's kinda short, but only because the next one is going to be really long.
I pick up my board and walk into the indoor courtyard of my school, which is basically just a massive hallway with doors to the outside courtyard and cafeteria. I don't look at the floor when I walk, I don't make eye contact with anyone, no. I look directly ahead. A few people move out of my way. It's not because I'm respected, or because I'm intimidating. They move because I'm strange. They move because I'm a female, holding a skateboard. I look forward when I walk because I know where I'm going, and I sure as hell know I won't let anyone get in the way of that. I continue walking with a stern look on my face. Some people would call it a "resting bitch face", but I think that's an exaggeration because a bitch never rests. I almost get all the way down the first hallway before I hear his voice and my face falls.
"Why so pissed Andrea?" He says.
"Not pissed, annoyed. I respond, and continue walking.
"C'mon Andrea, we all know you should be a cheerleader." He smirks running up behind me, trying to match my speed.
"Trevor, I think I've made it as clear as day that I'm not interested in whatever words decide to come out of your mouth." I pick up my pace just slightly as to not be late to class.
"But Sweetie, skating isn't a sport for little girls." He cocks his head slightly, awaiting my response.
"Oh, well now I understand why you can't do it." I reply calmly. He balls up his fists and then quickly releases them with a sharp breath. He stops walking as quickly as I am and turned around to face his flabbergasted friends. I turn the corner and walk into my first period classroom as the bell rings.
YOU ARE READING
Define Strange
Teen FictionSixteen year old Andrea Summers skates her life away, but when she could lose it all and doesn't know how to handle it she puts too much pressure on herself not to blow it. Being a role model to her nine year old cousin while still following the rul...
