Hoodie Girl

Chapter 4

I shook my head to get rid of all the memories and the sadness. I checked the time and saw that I only had a few minutes until I had to leave for school.

I quickly changed into my black ripped jeans, a random shirt, and a plain maroon hoodie. I didn't apply any makeup for two reason:

I didn't like makeup and how it felt.

No one would see it anyway.

Why wouldn't anyone see it?

Well ever since the incident, I shut myself out from other people, because everyone I trusted left me.. Mason. My parents. My so-called friends.

I know. A shitty move, but what can you do?

Not only do people not know my name, they also don't know about my secret identity.

That reminds me! I need to get to school. It's already 7:40 and if I don't leave, I won't be able to stick my post-its around school.

I quickly grab my post-it note pad and run downstairs whilst grabbing my backpack. I run into my garage, put on my hood, and hop onto my baby. My beautiful Black Ninja Kawasaki 400 motorcycle.

Yes, I ride a motorcycle. Get over it.

While I'm driving to school, let me explain the whole post-it note thing.

When I finally got over my whole sadness phase and wore my hood up at school, I began to be a lot more observant. I noticed all the little events going on at school.

When someone broke up with someone or when someone was simply having a bad day, I knew. So I began to write little quotes on post-its and stuck it on people's lockers at school. However, I couldn't know everyone's problems and I felt bad. Luckily for me I met someone. The only person who knows me...

-/FLASHBACK/-

It was early in the morning and I was putting post-its on people's lockers. Since I was listening to music, I didn't notice someone walking up behind me. I only noticed her when she tapped me on the shoulder.

I immediately recognized the slim 23 year-old standing in front of me as the art teacher. Her name is Ms. Baker and she's super cool. I only know this because I love art and I'm in her class.

I gasped as I saw her and looked at her with wide eyes.

When she looked back at me with the same expression, that's when I realized that my hood fell down when I turned my head around, which by the way almost gave me whiplash. Almost...

As I tried to put my hood back on, she immediately stopped me. She looked at me straight in the eyes with her dark brown eyes locked on my face.

"You're so pretty. Why do you hide yourself?" she quietly asked me. She's the only one to ever care enough to even acknowledge my existence, let alone ask me why I hide myself. That's when I realized I could trust her.

She helped me stick up the rest of the post-its and then she took me to her office. She tied up her blonde hair with brown highlights into a messy bun and motioned me to sit down in a seat in front of her desk.

That's when I explained everything. From Mason to my parents to my experience in fighting and I even told her why I hide behind my hood and hang up the notes.

When I looked up from my lap that I was staring at while explaining my story, I met my eyes with her tear filled ones. She told me that what I was doing was amazing and that she'd help me. She told me she'd give me some tea that was going on around school and even help me put up the notes.

For the first time I did something I never thought I'd do again.. I smiled. I was happy that I could finally have a friend.

-/END OF FLASHBACK/-

Nobody knows that I'm doing it. The entire school thinks that I'm that nerd that hides behind her hood. They also know not to mess with me or my hood.

Since today is the first day of senior year, I decided to make a bunch of notes with back-to-school quotes and stick it on people's lockers.

I quickly parked my motorcycle that no one knew was mine in the parking lot and headed inside the place most people, including me, refer to as Hell.. West Merrell High School.

I met up with Stephanie (I call Ms. Baker by her first name now) at her office. I quickly gave her the notes. Before she could ask me why I was late, I ran out of her small office and began to put up the notes.

After about 10 minutes of putting up notes, I went back to Stephanie's office. She wasn't done yet so I just waited in her office and played on my phone. After a few minutes, Stephanie came back in and sat down in her chair.

After she walked in, footsteps, slamming of lockers, and chattering were beginning to be heard from the hallways. Many were talking about how they're summer went and catching up about different things and some were talking about the quotes that they got on their locker and showing off to their friends that didn't get one.

Let school begin...