LIMITLESS

Two // Oh really?

I am currently standing at the side of my best friend who is looking rather amused at the talking STD in front of us. Once I had practically burst through the double doors, I only received a couple of heads turning around to gawk at me. People in this school have serious staring issues.

Finding Frankie wasn't too hard, but it never is really considering she's always got front row seats at any squabble to take place in this prison.

Finding Frankie that's catchy. Like a murder programme or something - now is not the time for CSI.

Here I am standing in front of the shutdown. Frankie’s face is lit up like a Christmas tree as the amusement she's getting from this obviously overwhelms her. A number of people have joined the huddle, spotlighting yours truly...

Alicia Raymon.

She's dressed head to toe with can only be described in word in her books. Designer. Although her taste in said "designer" clothes can only be described in a different word from me, and that's slutty. 

Her blood red crop top - shall I say bra - cuts just below where her bra line should be and her chest is purposely low cut to show the little asset she possesses. Who allows her to enter the school building? Isn’t there some kind of clothes policy?

Her black skater skirt barely covers her knickers – and that's if she's wearing any. Don't get me wrong I love a good skater skirt but you actually have to buy clothes in your size - hers has obviously been custom made to abide by her "less is more" approach to clothing. "Oh so slutty" is what I like to call it.

I pity her.

Her golden olive skin runs radiant under her not so subtle clothes. Italian background I think she has but I haven't bothered whether to find out or not. Frankly, who cares? Her hair is a full brown lingering around her face in loose waves like the end of mop - and that's putting it nicely. What Matty sees in her is oblivious to me, but hey ho, not my problem. 

"So you think you can flash your teethy smile at my boyfriend, throw a bit of cleavage in his face and you think he'll come running? Well babe you've got it all wrong! Have some respect for yourself" she says through gritted teeth, anger clearly spilling through every exposed area of her body. She's such a hypochondriac and a hypocrite at that. After all isn't that how she landed Matty and everyone else?

I can’t help but think that the real problem here is that she’s threatened by someone else playing her at her own game. She probably doesn’t even care that the situation happened with her “boyfriend”. I use the term boyfriend loosely as I have heard many a things about the girl, and none of them are pleasant or lady like.

I stare at the situation unfolding in front of me, amusement taking over my existence. The person before her is none other Felicity Jackson, one of her beloved minions. No wonder Alicia’s making such a big scene; Felicity could hardly fight her way out of a paper bag let alone stand up to her royal highness. Wow they are actually pathetic.

Like Alicia, Felicity is of a similar ethnicity but has jet black hair permed into eternal straightness. She's very slim and tends to cover herself up. Dark denim jeans with a loose long sleeve button down white blouse/shirt with cream dolly shoes is what she wears during her unwanted showdown. 

An hour I give it until they're okay with each other again. If it’s any longer, someone ought to give them a medal for all their hard work.

Reminder: Make bet with Frankie. Kit Kat chunky says they'll definitely be friends by lunch.

"Alicia I wasn't-"

"Save it." The two words plummet from Alicia’s lips putting an abrupt stop to Felicity’s sentence. Poor thing, does she ever let anyone get a word in? Well we all know what goes in her. Not the time or place conscience, but good one, thumbs up for the effort.