Forbidden to Fall

High School Drama

"God, this shit is so stupid!"

"Be quiet and watch your mouth, you know Miss.Righley has eyes like a hawk," I remind Bry

"Yeah but she might as well be legally deaf," she says snorting.

I look up to see Miss.Righley strolling towards us.

"What did I tell you?"

"Are we getting work done ladies? All I see are two Chatty Cathys."

As Miss.Righley repositioned herself in the front of the room, Bry started to giggle; another snort here and there.

"Chatty ... Cathy? What the hell? What decade are we in?"

Everyone that heard her, exploded with laughter. I honestly didn't get what was so funny about that and neither did Miss.R.

"Get to work!"

She scowled, her glasses on the tip of her nose so that you could see the predatory watch she was giving. Bry decides to ignore her, continuing to make sly remarks. I, in turn, tried to ignore her. When that stopped working, I turned back around to face her.

"Can you please, shut. The hell. Up?"

"You two! Out in the hall, NOW!"

Bry laughs as she gets up and casually walks out the door. When I had isolated myself with her in the hall, I turn to her.

"What?" She asks. I say nothing and continue to stare at her, a look that was part disgust and part anger. I could tell she was becoming more intimidated with each passing second. Miss.Righley steps into the hall, saving her.

"The bell is about to ring darlings, please come in."

She began to return to her desk, then quickly spun back around to add, "Also, one more problem like this and it's detention for the both of ya'."

Bry rolled her eyes trying to hide her embarrassment from the other students. Everyone seemed to love her, even the people she'd put down. All of them admire her, but for all the wrong reasons.

Bry isn't her name, it's a nickname. Her full name is Bryliee Katherine Lynn. She never liked to be the preppy, pretty, pageant worthy girl that she really is. Her natural hair color is jet black, like my own, but she dyed it red. She used to have the longest locks of hair I'd ever seen, now it's a maroon shade, in a boyish cut. It almost looks as if Prince Valiant and Rihanna had a baby. I can't say I favor the change, but I'm not in any position to judge her. Personally, I think she did it because she wanted to prove everyone wrong. However, I don't think my opinion alone would penetrate that big head of hers and I'm almost certain no one would admit if they felt the same way.

She rejoins her fans who were flustered with admiration for her and I sat down at my seat to gather my things before the bell. I collect them just in time to be the first body to exit that dreadful classroom. I was in such a rush this first week of school that I didn't bother to look for familiar faces. Instead I watch the ground hoping to become invisible. That was a bad idea on my part. I despise saying so, but I'm not the most graceful or coordinated girl in the school. Being as clumsy as I am, I ended up walking into Sarah, the so called "Queen Bee" of highschool.

"Watch it nerd," she shouts, knocking my books to the floor.

"Oops! Did I do that?"

As part of my southern sweetheart nature, I couldn't help but look up and reply, "Oh no darlin', that's quite alright. You just stand there and look pretty 'cause that's the only thing you're good for..."

Her jaw drops, exposing her perfectly white teeth. As offended, shocked and embarrassed as she was, all she could manage to make were a few stuttering croaks. I smile and didn't dare break eye contact, not even to pick up my stuff. When she finally shuts her mouth, she clenches her jaw, sticks up her nose and makes a very distinct "hmp," while stomping away.