This is a story I had inspired by the clique book series; i hope u like it!!!-emorocker
Violet's POV
A new school. Again. I was getting sick and tired of it, moving from town to town with my mother. I had just settled into the new town and was beginning to make friends when I had to move. Again.
I sat alone on the bus while others just stared at me, like, Who's the new girl? I just stared back at them, already used to being new. When I was tired of staring, I grabbed a book from my backpack. I read the entire way to Collins Middle School.
When I got off the bus, I wasn't surprised by what I saw. A normal, red-bricked school waited in front of me, its huge oak doors wide open. Kids swam past me, rushing to class. I just sighed, tugged on my backpack and walked inside, prepared for all the stares.
The stares were bad enough on the bus; now I had an entire school watching me. The hall fell silent when I walked in. A group of girl stood together, staring at me with no emotions. I was confused about the clique of girls, though. They all looked different and all had different looks on their mouths. A girl clad in pink had a bit of a mix of a frown and a smile on her face. Another covered head to toe in black's mouth twitched at an edge. A wildly-dressed girl grinned at me with her eyes practically popping out of her head. Lastly, a girl in a baby blue soccer uniform frowned at me. This group of girls caught my attention and I had a hard time looking away. They were all so...different. I was forced to look away when I ran smack dab into the wall. There was an uproar of laughter in the hall while I fell to the ground on my head. I looked over to the clique. They showed no emotion, but the soccer-girl whispered something to the bug-eyed girl. The girl nodded, still grinning, and walked over to me. "Hi, I'm Pippa!" she introduced, holding out a hand. I clasped her hand and she pulled me off the ground. "I'm Violet," I replied. "That there's my gal friends," she said with a twang of a southern accent. She pointed over to the clique. "There's Ivy, the gothic one, Cara, the girly girl, and that there's Robina, the sporty boss of our clique." I nodded, staring at the girls. Robina frowned at me still, then whispered to Ivy. Ivy nodded and motioned Pippa and I to come there.
" I see we've been aqquainted," Robina said with a full on British accent. I nodded, feeling awkward around her. Ivy stared at me through long black bangs that covered her eyes. Cara smiled at me, her face deciding not to frown. "Girls, we need to discuss something," she added, squishing everyone but me into a huddle. All I heard was whispering and the loud echo of talking and sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. The clique whispered for five more second before breaking apart. "So, Violet, we have decided to give you a chance to be in our clique," Robina said, not showing a twinge of a smile. I almost beamed, knowing I was going to have friends, but I composed myself before asking," Whadda I have to do?" "Pass our test," Car answered nonchalantly. And with that, the bell rang, and the group of girls gracefully walked away, leaving me blank and late for class.
