Ello ello. How are all of you? What ever your answer was.. you can pick either A) THAT'S SUPER GREAT! B) Oh I am so sorry to hear that! OMG THE GIVER COMES OUT ON THE 15TH WHOOP WHOOP! Okay so I'm sorry if this chapter isn't that great. I decided that I really didn't feel writing this out like I normally do, so I'm just free-typing (I kinda made that up.) So uhm.. Enojy, I guess. Tell me what you thought if you want to. Peace out!
Disclaimer: I am going to die of sadness everytime that I have to write that I DONUT OWN THE MAZE RUNNER OR ANYTHIIING!
PS I changed Eliza's boyfriend's name. It's now Luke.
LONG LIVE THE RATCHET POTATOES
"Okay, okay okay. I can do this. Not like something is going to happen again already." I thought to myself. Ugh, I am so paranoid. I just don't get why anyone would want to do something like that to me. To anyone, actually!
I walked with caution to my locker to grab my books for the next class. I remembered to wear long sleeves today. The thought of what I did wouldn't stop naggig my mind! It was frustrating and I really regretted ever doing it. Every so often, I would tug at my sleeves so no one would see the cuts. I felt like such an outcast. Like I was the only person in the entire world who had self harmed. I just kept walking through the endless halls cluttered with the tall giants, all staring at me. In reality, I was really no one to pay attention to, or at least, I wasn't before.
With my head low the entire time, I finally had made it to World History, my second class of the day. (I know like nothing about high school classes so bear with me please) Everything seemed normal today, except the constant stares and people giggling at me. Okay, maybe it wasn't my kind of average day.
Luke, Eliza's boyfriend, had this class with me. We got a long fairly well, but not too well because, you know, he's my best friend's boyfriend. He's also on the track team, so he knows Minho pretty well.
"Hey, Olive," Luke said to me, using my stupid food nickname.
"Hi," I replied back to him, sitting down.
"I heard what happened yesterday. Are you okay?" I flew into panic mode for a moment, thinking he meant me cutting myself. But then I realized he most likely didn't know about that unless he stalked me.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine," I said right before the bell rang. The teacher walked in with a girl trailing behind.
"Okay everyone, we have a new student today. Her name is Dalice." Hm. That's a pretty cool name. Dalice was short, skinny, had dirty blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and lots of freckles. The teacher pointed to a spot behind me for her to sit. Then we all started to work on questions we had to answer.
"Hi, your name is Dalice, right?" it was after class now, and I figured I'd get to know the new girl.
"Yup," she said with confidence.
"Oh cool, I like that name. I'm Olivia," I smiled at her. She smiled right back.
"So what's your next class?" I asked her.
"Uh.." she flipped through a couple pages in her notebook before replying, "Math with Ms. Daveeche."
"Oh nice. Her room is right next to mine, I can take you there if you want," she nodded her head and we walked out of the classroom and to the next. When we arrived at the door, she whispered to me, "Why is everyone staring at you like that? Are you popular or just a misfit?"
My face flushed a bit before I told her that there was an incident with me yesterday that the whole school probably knew about now. She gave me a small, friendly chuckle and walked into Ms. Daveeche's room.
Walking quickly so I wasn't late, I went to my math class and sat down in my usual seat. I loved my math teacher. She was awesome. Plus we had lunch five minutes after class started, which was always fun. Lunch lasted 45 minutes, and you could eat where ever you wanted. If you ate off campus, you had to tell a teacher, though. On Fridays, my friends and I always got food from somewhere else. Today we were just going to grab food from Panera Bread and bring it back here to eat with my math teacher.
I started the warm up and kept working until the bell rang. I jumped up and told my math teacher, Mrs. Herceg, that Kat, Savannah, Hollen, and I were going to grab some Penera and come back to eat with her. I even threw in Dalice's name.
My friends were all waiting outside my room and looked a bit confused when I ran into Ms. Daveeche's room to talk to Dalice.
"Hey, Dalice. Want to come with my friends' and I to Penera? I'm sure they'd love to meet you!"
She looked at me, slightly suprised, before squeaking out a 'sure' and following me out the door and to Savannah's car. We started to drive into town when I decided to introduce Dalice.
"Guys, this is Dalice. She's a new student that showed up in my history class. Dalice, That's Kourtney, but I call her Kat, Savannah is the one driving, and Hollen is the loud one." Dalice nodded and everyone said hello to her.
After about 6 minutes, we arrived at Panera. There weren't many people there, which was great. I got two cups of the macroni that I could never get enough of and a tuna salad sandwich. That was my idea of a perfect lunch. Kat got broccoli chedder soup, Hollen got a BBQ chicken flatbread sandwich, Savannah got a thai chicken salad and a cherry pastry, and Dalice just had two French Toast bagels. After we got all our food, we headed back to school.
Mrs. Herceg already knew my friends and loved them. And she knew about my mac n' cheese obsession. But she was suprised to see Dalice, me being shy and quiet. We introduced Dalice to the teacher and continued to talk about random things. Everything was great until the subject of yesterday fell on the table.
"Oh yeah, that.." I replied to Mrs. Herceg asking what happened. "Well, I just poured some sort of red liquid in the vial and BAM! I have nasty stuff on me. I guess maybe I put something wrong in, or too much. It was super embarrassing." Okay, I feel bad about lying just a bit, but I had to. Or at least I felt like I had to.
"And it was even worse because her cru-" I slapped my hand over Kat's mouth, making her shut up and not talk about Minho.
Mrs. Herceg grinned. "Oh, who was there?"
"Uhh.." Kat licked my hand but I ignored it. Savannah and Dalice didn't know who I liked, so it's not like they could tell her. I guess it was too late to turn back. I removed my hand from Kat so she could keep talking.
"Her crush, Minho." Everyone started gushing over how I liked someone now while my face was on fired. Omigosh why me why me why me..
I continued to eat my macroni slowly, tried to tune out all the girls talking about me. Why is macroni so good...
