Here you all go! THis is going to be a two part chapter, just to make it more exciting. But I'll probably post both parts today. That'll ruin the suspense :(
Anywhooo... I'm actuall on the Whats Hot list. Weird. OKay, so I'm only, like, in the 800s, but STILL. It's the thought that counts. Whatever. I didn't think I'd be on their at all, since I'm so bad at uploading.
Well, enjoy the story. THanks for sticking with me!
SYD
The first few hours of the day went by in a blur. Nick wasn't in any of my morning classes, but neither was Cassie (Thank God). Mickendra was, though, but she wasn't really a threat. She mostly just glared at my back all class. I could practically ear her wince every time I answered a question correctly.
I stopped at my locker before lunch. There were two areas to eat at the school- a buffet room, and a cute little café. My locker was right between them, so I didn't have to go far to calm my growling stomach. I put the stack of books I was carrying on the shelf in my locker. This school was crazy about STUFF! So far, I had 5 textbooks, 3 binders, too many notebooks to count, and a bag of safety supplies for Chemistry.
"Need any help?" the girl at the next locker over asked me. She was short and skinny, very petite looking, with big shiny blue eyes and long, pink hair.
"Nah, I'm fine. Cool hair." I commented. She touched it self-consciously.
"Thanks. My mom freaked when I dyed it, but I didn't want to be known as the dumb-blonde forever." She giggled, and explained. "I suck in pretty much every class. And everyone knows it. It's not that I'm stupid or anything; I just don't have book smarts. Painting is more my thing. I started the art club."
"Sweet! I love to sketch, but I'm not very good at it." I told her.
"That's fine! We accept any kind of artist- and you can get out of gym for it. I also do some designing. Well, mostly, I just put stuff together." She gestured down at herself. She was wearing shiny silver fingerless gloves, a ripped black t-shirt that said; " I put the Fun in Funeral", black and red jeans with writing all over them, and high heels with magazine cut-outs pasted all over.
"Nice. I'm Ivy."
"Tasha. You should stop by the club today. It's in "lounge number 5". "
She must have seen the confused expression on my face, because she laughed and pulled out a map from her binder.
"There are about 10 extra rooms in our school that Mr. Thanin calls "lounges". We usually use them for clubs and stuff. Lounge number 5 is on the top floor. If you want, I can walk you there after lunch. Wanna eat with me?" Tasha smiled eagerly.
"Sure..." before I could say another word, she was dragging me to the buffet line.
***
"Hey everybody listen up!" Tasha screamed. We were standing in the doorway to the Lounge. It was a big, open room with huge windows over-looking a river, and comfy red couches all over. Stacks of paintings and notebooks piled over the edge of a table in the corner. A couple of shiny computers glowed dimly against one wall. The rest of the room was filled with easels, buckets of pencils, paper, paint, and other supplies.
"This is Ivy. She's new, and totally awesome, so don't be mean to her. " Tasha declared as the room fell silent. There were about 8 kids in the room.
"What's her thing?" a girl in all leather asked.
"Huh?" I gaped at her.
"Your talent. What do you do?"
"Umm... draw, mostly. I'm not very good at it, though."
"Well, I'll be that judge of that. I'm Elle, by the way." Leather-girl said.
"I'm Erick." Said plain looking guy with a big, leather bound book in his hands.
"Paige. What's up?" This came from a short girl with wild wavy hair and an IPod.
"I'm Hayden. Not that it matters..." an emo looking guy whispered. Tasha stifled a laugh in her arm.
"Hi! I'm Noel!" a perky girl in all yellow leaped up and hugged me. Tasha pushed her off, but the girl still grinned excitedly at me, waving her skinny arms around.
"I'm Madeline." A tall girl in the corner spoke up. "I do sketches, too. Mostly anime. Don't worry about remembering all our names. We'll grow on you in time." She smiled, and turned back to her notebook.
"Moan." a tall guy with green hair said. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Huh? Is that his name?" I asked Tasha.
"Oh? That's Nathan."
"I'm Moan!" the guy protested. He frowned and sighed dramatically as Madeline came over and whispered something in his ear.
"They've been together FOREVER. Don't know how it happened, but Maddie is pretty much the only one who can control him." Tasha whispered to me as Nathan/Moan pulled Madeline in for a big, wet kiss.
"Get a room!" Elle yelled at them. Madeline pulled back, but she was grinning madly.
"Okay then! Now that you know everybody, I'll set you up with some stuff." Tasha dragged me over to an empty couch. "What do you draw with? We have pens, colored pencils, Charcoal pencils, a calligraphy pen, oil crayons..."
"Mmmm... I'll just use charcoal pencils. I already have paper." I pulled my sketch pad out of my bag. Tasha came over with some pencils and then immediately went over to an empty easel by the window. She got out some paint and started mixing colors. I didn't realize I'd been staring at her until Madeline came over to me.
"Hey- you got a crush or something?" she asked. I looked at her face. She was completely serious.
"Er, no. I'm not.... You know..." I replied awkwardly.
"Got it. No problem, neither am I. Just wondering, though. Trying to figure you out, right?" Madeline seemed to speak in phrases, not sentences.
"Yeah, I kinda figured out what team you played for by the way you were snogging... Nathan before." I told her.
"Snogging?" she giggled. "Never heard that one. Gotta tell Erick that. He writes, you know?"
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