Moments to remember

Let the masks fall

Dee Dee's POV

„Wow, what a smart sense of humor! Well done, well done! Better to be a freak than a slut, anyways“, I yelled at them clapping with my hands full of papers. „Oh, great!“, I said trough my teeth as papers fell on the school floor and I quickly picked them up. Well, for now I had one sign from my classmates. I will collect more, I hope. I sighed and took my amulet in my hands. I made it last year from plants that I took from chest from the biology classroom. A lot of beautiful dry plants that I couldn't find anywhere else. That was a little problem . And those new janitors. They „had“ to count plants, so Principal called my parents to tell them how they need to compensate. Not a big deal. At least now we have room full of plants. Thanks to me, somehow.

„Remy, heeeey“, I ran to the school jock. Probably the most popular guy from school. But at least, he always signs my petitions. Well, the girls do like when guys care about environment. And Remy does what girls like. Simple like that. Long haired guy was surrounded by dozen girls. Two cheerleaders were holding his hands. And other girls were trying to stand close to him. „Oh... Flower girl. With her –sign up- papers. Again“, said blonde girl and giggled. Well, I think that that nickname is kinda cute, but Barbies don't share my opinion. „Back off, blonde skeleton“, I said quickly. I feel sorry for her. She will probably get a skin cancer. „Yes to the sun, no to solarium“. Nice name for my next petition. „Girls, girls, please... Remy doesn't like fighting, you forgot that?“, Remy said with his sweet voice that almost made me laugh. „Now, Dee Dee. What project do you working on?“, he asked as I handed him paper and a pen. „I want to save that park, near the school“. Remy quickly signed. „Oh, that park, lovely place. Nice memories I have from there“, started Remy and girls got closer to him. „Oh, God, great, I don't want to know. But, still, make love, not war, remember that. Thanks, you did great thing“, I said as he gave my petition. Wow. Seven names. He made girls sign on this. At least some profit of popular names.

„Hi Dee Dee“. I turned to see Alen Miles. Is it some special day or something. The biggest punk is in school. „When you're gonna make petition like –legalize drugs or something?“, he laughed, but I am pretty sure that he would like that. „Never. But, some people from commune get marijuana almost for free, I can meet you with them. Or you can ask Spencer, he can find it for free, I am sure“ I said as we were walking to the classroom. „That's not even a real drug! Ugh, let's sign that... Whatever it is“.„Thank you, thank you. Earth blessed you“.

"Is that Alen, or am I hallucinating?", I heard familiar voice with strong Russian accent. Two girls are coming toward us. One of them were pale with long jet black hair in braids. She was wearing black skinny jeans, black top and black leather jacket. Her boots were in the same color as her nails - black and she was holding other girl. Russian girl had sun glasses on her eyes and her thick brown hair was messy. She was wearing fishnets, biker boots and dark tunic under a denim jacket. Jo and Odessa. Polish and Russian. Goth and Party Animal. You name it.

"Nope, you are not that drunk, it's him", sighed Jo as they walked to us. "But you are drunk enough to stink", laughed Alen at his own joke. "Oh It is him", nodded Odessa. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone stink. Now, let's help poor hippie to save nature", I waved with pen. Jo grabbed the pen and wrote her name quickly. "My turn, my turn", jumped Odessa even tough she was barely standing on her feet. "I'll sign you", Jo replied. "Ginsberg, I am from Russia. Do you know who else is from Russia? Russian Mafia. And do you know what they are doing to people who are saying they are someone they really aren't?", Odessa crossed her hands. "Okay, it's just a park. It has nothing to do with big bold guys with tatoos" I said staring at them.

 "What are you trying to say? That I am bad forger?" , Jo raised her eyebrows. "Ohh, you are right. Write it down", Odessa shrugged. 

„Oh, kids, kids, kids! Get in, kids, I‘ve got some news for you“. Familiar high pitched voice of our creative writing and literature teacher pushed us into classroom. Pretty interesting person, if you ask me. Creative. Well, she need that virtue because of subjects that she teaches. I sat on the chair right in the middle of the classroom and put papers on my desk. I will chase for signatures later. „So, I have to say something important“, she announced and clapped her hands. „Cate, you kicked someone's ass, again?“, joked Nick from the last desk. I quickly turned my head. Why does  Catherine sits in front of me? Every time she turns I think that she will kick me, and right now, I am pretty sure that she was threating Nick. I am scared of her that much that I don't even ask her for petitions. And that's saying something.

     

Becky’s POV         

We passed her and got into classroom. I could smell the new Versace gold in the air. That familiar smell, I smiled and looked up "Mark!" i shouted from the classroom door and I saw him look up from the other side of the room. "Hey Becky!" he then came to me and hugged me. Mark was a little bit taller than me, but then again I wasn't really tall and I had flat shoes today, but still. He had caramelish hair and theeth as white that you would rather go blind than stare at them "Damn, you look better everyday" He said as he was checking me out, head to toe. "Yeah, I know, but I can't help it. Will you ever change that perfume, I could smell it from here?" "Girls love this perfume, why would I change it? I got myself a date with the school nurse thanks to this perfume." " Haha, perfume is not the reason, it's something a little bit lower" . I winked and walked away from him. He is such a man whore. All the girls want to be with him, because of that rumour that he has a big one. I don't get them, it's not that big at all.  

I saw Andy on the other side of the room and went to him. He has blue eyes and brown curly hair, always messy, he is supposed to be this rich boy, the son of our greatest banker, but you wouldn't think that when you look at his hair, but he does dress like that. Ties and sweaters or high class shirts with scarfs. When he saw me he smiled and then kissed me on the cheek. He is one of the rare people that I actually tolerate, but that because we are friends for a long time. We were best friends, never separated, our houses are right next to each other and i always used to go to his backyard and have tea parties. We had sleepovers and everything but all that changed when Sophie moved near us, that was about 5 years ago, Sophie then started hanging out with him and we grew apart, I miss him sometimes. I opened my mouth to say something when awful highpitched voice bursted “Oh Andy, HEEEY!” Sophie screamed as she jumped in his hug. "How are you today? My mom said you have to come to launch today, 3 o'clock, dont me late." “I’m gonna go.” I mouthed to him and he just looked at me like saying "Lucky you,"I giggled and in that moment Mrs. Scrogs got in classroom telling us to take our sets. “So, I have something important to say” she than started saying. I just looked at her, she is maybe in her mid thirties, but she dresses as if she is in her mid sixties. She always wears her hair up with these terrible yellow butterfly shaped hairpins. Too bad, because she can pull of a killer skirt with those legs. She can really use a makeover, maybe I should suggest it one time after class. She then continued speaking and she got my attention, “So, I got the theme for are School dance next week” Now everyone were staring at her happily. This is the thing everyone are looking forward too. The music, the dance, the drinks. It doesn't get any better than that. Let it be something interesting, please, please. “Revival of books!” she said exciting.  “You can chose any character, from any book you like. Isn’t that interesting. Doesn’t it make you wanna jump.” Oh yes it does get better, a costume ball, this is gonna be the best school dance ever. Guaranteed.