Behind that door could be…
Crazy teenage zombies that have been taken over by their raging hormones, and brainwashed by the internet and T.V that will try to intoxicate me with their vile and horrendous ways. I wonder if once I get through that, whether or not the front office will be safe? I highly doubt it! I bet you $10 dollars (which means that I am putting a lot on the line for this) that the office will be filled to the brim with little old crones, infecting students with their croneness, and I also know for a fact that they will be sitting there, painting their nails a bright, bold, blood red colour to match their likeness to the devil! They will call everyone " darl' " and will pretend to smile at you and listen, when in reality, she will be plotting the most terrible revenge on you for interrupting her chat with the rest of her evil little minions! And don’t even get me started on what the teachers will be like! No doubt, they’ll have you expelled if you arrive just as the bell goes off, and if you are more than a minute early, they’ll have your head on a stick! And then there is the locker rooms, the cafeteria, the pool, the gym! The list goes on!
That does it. I'm outa here!
"Riley! Get your sorry bum through those doors immediately!"
"okay mum!"
Just take a deep breath and step through those doors on the count of three. One… two… thr-
"Riley!"
Ee! Run!
Before I know what's happening, I'm through those doors before my mum can get me. I think that she would have preferred me to wear that heinous floral patterned dress (yuk!) that she had out this morning. As usual, she just can't seem to get over the fact that dresses and skirts(in my opinion) should all be put on a stake and thrown into a volcano, just for the crime of being born! I despise them that much! Any who, instead of wearing a dress, I have pulled out my signature cherry red docs and my cream beanie and paired them with my white and black singlet which has a small patch of a silvery snake skin sort of thing in the middle. For pants I am wearing my skinny black jeans and my long and luscious chocolaty mane has been straightened and is flowing out from under my beanie. All in all, I think I look pretty awesome. Other people must think so to, as I seem to be attracting glance from every which way I turn. Its kind of a mixed blessing really, but hopefully it means that I might make some friends quickly. As I had hoped, it wasn’t long before a guy with unmanly blonde curls steps up to me.
"hey there!" oh holy hell! He is really creeping me out. Like, seriously! It’s the first day of school! How could anyone be so happy and cheery? He must seriously have some form of mental
"I was just wondering, I haven't seen you before I don’t think. Are you new here by any chance?"
Well duh dumbo!
"and the winner of the most obvious statement goes to this gentleman here!" I say with fake enthusiasm, as I hold my hand toward him with a pretend microphone in it. "is there anything you would like to say?"
Instead of waiting to hear his answer, I continue walking to the office. As I look around me, I can see that my original assumption on how the kids act is pretty much right, with only a few exceptions here and there. I finally get to the office doors.
"hey! I didn't catch your name!" shouted dumbo from a few metres behind me.
"that’s because I didn’t give it to you!" I shout back.
Then I'm at the door. I put my hand on the handle and push it open.
OH MY GOSH!!! I WAS RIGHT!
