The Indigo Children

Coach Poppy's advice for the day: Don't run like a pig.

And I don't trust you.

Supposedly, those words would've taken a normal person into the deepest pit of embarassment and make them dig holes into the dirt and live there for a thousand years, void of any social interactions with any other organism.

Then I'm not normal.

Instead of hanging my head low in shame, I smile, chuckle and wave, telling her that I'll be seeing her at lunch break. And that's when Jared took over my place to keep an eye on her- giving her that full-blown, friendly smile like they had been friends for years and just got reunited- and apparently, she didn't announce that she doesn't trust him.

As the Indigos take turn and make friends with Savannah Howard, I sat in classes, listening to the lectures, eavesdropping to people's conversation and constantly hearing rants on my earpiece from the rest about how annoying Savannah is.

But it didn't take long when I see for myself how annoying she could really be.

"Hi, Savannah," I greeted, already sitting on the table that was supposed to be Savannah's usual spot. Instead of being alone, she had Michael (or Jared, as I prefer) as her company, and the two conversed like they were out of the world.

So, you get the idea, she ignored me.

Like I don't even exist.

"And I was like, no, you can't do that! My father made it just for me, and-" Savannah chattered loudly, making gestures in her story that wasn't even close to avoiding contact with my skin.

I ignored her at some point, and zoned out staring at my food tray. I was absently picking out the awful-looking pizza slice (that looked like it had just took a swim in the Indian ocean) until one careless move Savannah made jolted me out from my trance and I nearly taekwondo-ed her.

Knock.

Splash.

The bubblegum pink tint that slashed through my dress shirt and the sick feeling of sticky dampness coming from a beverage indicated that she had spilled her drink on me, if it isn't more obvious.

And here I am, thinking that she's tolerable.

I had dropped the juice box I had been holding earlier and pushed away my food tray as if its going to help my condition- which, it doesn't. Jared gaped back and forth between me and Savannah, his eyes wide.

"My smoothie!" She screeched, raising from her seat. The chair tumbled five miles away at her rough action, earning a look from everyone at that prestigious academy cafeteria. Then it was silent as people stopped what they were doing and give attention to what's going on at our table.

 "Um." Jared hummed nervously, when I remained immobile, staring at Savannah like she had lost her mind.

But seriously, it was then that it dawned on me that that was the reason why she had no friends.

I got caught in an eye contact with Lance at the far wall of the cafeteria, slightly hovering from his leaning position to glance at us through his dress-code breaker Ray Bans. Almost unnoticably, he pressed his earpiece and his voice spoke in my ear, or anyone else's, for that matters.

"Act cool, just act like she's doing you a favor,"

"A favor? That kid just spilled her pink drink on Carmin and worried about her drink! And not about Carmin!" Indigo 006 echoed in my earpiece.

"I'm not sure that its a good idea that you point it out, Edmund.."

"Carmin looks like she's about to punch her in the face, but I think that's against the contract?"