"Some are born to feast and the others spend the rest of their lives begging for scraps."
"How can I make this the best night of your life?"
"Take me back to Africa."
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All my friends are heathens take it slow, Wait for them to ask who you know Please do make any sudden moves you don't know the half of the abuse.
Cain
The walk home wasn't as bad as I expected, quiet and frank would describe it indefinitely. Cady was daydreaming as the sweet sound of classical music blared to my earbuds, our parents on the porch and awaiting either our impending doom or glory of today's experience.
"How was your second day?" Dad asked while leaning forward to show his attentiveness.
"It was good."
"Fine, nothing to complain about."
"We're people nice?" Mom, always the hopeful one.
"No." Cady and I spoke together, simultaneously.
"Did you make any friends?" Dad, really?
"Yeah." Cady kept it curt, while I shrugged and walked with her into the house.
Dinner was uneventful, going to bed seemed the best idea after a few late hours of homework and sketches. The landscape was the same and I could feel the adrenaline in my blood as I ran to catch the fleeting sunlight. The ringing of the bell was back and I could feel it's tremors through my spine.
I could almost reach the sun but the looming darkness was still catching up to me, but like last time I failed and let the sun slip through my fingers as a very familiar scent and perfume vanished with it.
The next day, I walked with Cady to the cafeteria, a large oversized pink collared shirt smothering her tiny frame. After not getting the sorry excuse as food for lunch, I sat next to Cady across from Regina and Gretchen with Karen leaning her head on my upper bicep.
I smirked lightly at Gretchen's sly smile and Regina's sharp glances at Karen. Seeing Regina jealous was quite the sight to see, her reason to be jealous unknown to me. Sitting with The Plastics was a slightly uncomfortable experience, but I was here for Cady as I could not leave my younger twin sister to the wolves.
"You can't wear a tank top two days in a row and you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So I guess you picked today."
"We only wear jeans or track pants on Fridays. If you break any of these rules, you can't sit with us at lunch. Not just you, any of us. If I were to wear jeans today, I would be sitting with the art freaks." Looking over at Janis and Damian's lunch table, where the girls were putting lunch meat on the boys' faces. I laughed at their childish antics and looked back at The Plastics table where it looked like Gretchen was dazed.
