Sunday passes with a blur, with me doing nothing at all. I didn't even leave the house. To lazy to do anything, I spent the day watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S for the 17th time, yes, I counted. One of the reasons I love my name is thanks to F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I ate Nutella from the jar and then moved on to chips, I think that sudden laziness was from the depressive thoughts of having to start school the next day.
*beep* *beep* *beep*
I groan and switch off my alarm. I get up against my will and get ready, putting my long brown hair into a fish braid, washing my face and rinsing my mouth. My parents already left so I eat breakfast alone, again. I brush my teeth and look into my closet. After a few agonizing seconds, I choose a plain vintage graphic tee and a pair of wide leg pants that cover my knees.
First day of senior year. Yay.
I pick my Eastpak bag and walk to school. I meet some people along the way, recognizing most of them, wow people can change so much in just 2 years...When I arrive, the building is already full of students, little freshmans who look like their about to pass out, sophomores who think that their so big and hormonal juniors. The rest of the seniors just look like they've had enough of this school nonsense.
I spot Sasha in a yellow sundress, I walk towards her at the entrance.
"Nice dress"
"Thanks," she grins, "you ready?"
"Yeah, let's do this."
We walk in together before four girls make me stop. In front of me stands Hanna, Emma, Coral and Claire.
Corals hair is a totally different color, but she still has an aura of the kind badass girl I used to know. Emma looks like a different person, her face caked in makeup. Hannas nose is way smaller and her sense of fashion is to cry for. Claire is styling a new hairdo, her features are still flawless, and I have a feeling that she has broken a lot of hearts.
Oh no. I think as I realize who they have become.
They strut toward us and stop in front of Sasha, who is staring at her shoes, her eyes weary.
"Look who's here." I cringe at Emma's new nasal voice, nothing to what I remember.
"Where is your cousin, loser?" Hanna sneers, I gasp at her rudeness. The girls hear my gasp and turn to face me. Surprise cover their faces when they realize who I am.
"Rachel!?"
"Yeah?" I look up at Coral, her hair bleached a white blonde, hiding her once beautiful light brown hair, her blue eyes look me and she smiles.
"Wow, you changed." Emma remarks, looking me up and down.
"So have you." I mutter.
"What did you say?" I look up at Claire, who's looking at me straight in the eyes, challenging me.
"Nothing."I mumble
"That's what I thought. So tell me, how does it feel to be friends with trash."
"You mean how it felt to be friends with you guys?" I spit back, against my better judgment. There is an audible air intake from the crowd that has formed around us.
"You bitch." Emma slowly advances on me, at least their not bullying Sasha now..
Always find the good side in a bad situation.
"You'll regret that." She threatens. Emma smiles evilly, but I just look at her bored.
"Can you girls like, get out of my personal space?" I ask, taking them by surprise.
"So? Where is Nate?" Hanna asks Sasha, ignoring me.
"I don't know, I don't come with him." She mumbles.
"You are useless." Emma scoffs, and with that, they walk away. Leaving me and Sasha to recover.
"Wow."
"What was that?" Sasha asks me with interest.
"Those," I point at the girls, who are bullying another girl, "used to be my best friends."
"What?!"
I tell Sasha about our friendship and our fallout, how they started to ignore me and how they pushed me away. In return, she explains that they don't usually bully her, and only talk to her when they want to talk about Nate.
I go by the front desk and pick up my schedule, I'm disappointed to find that me and Sasha only share a couple of classes, english, physics and math, but I guess that's better than nothing.
I head to history and stop at my locker. I use the combination they gave me, but when I open it, I'm surprised to see that it already has someone's stuff in it.
"What are you doing with my locker?" I jump at the sudden voice, I turn to see a masculine face scowling at me.
"I-I'm sorry, but they also gave me this locker." I stutter slightly, suddenly uncomfortable by the closeness between us. He has green eyes and dark messy brown hair, he is wearing a black shirt a plain jeans.
"Impossible" he scoffs.
"It's true, here." I show him my paper with locker number and combination. He glances at it and looks back at me.
"Look, I don't have time for this so go sort it out." I look at him in disbelief, as he turns his back at me and starts to walk away, his hands in his pockets.
"Go sort it out? What do I look like, your servant?" I yell back at him with my new gained confidence. He stops walking and turns back to look at me, his eyes scrutinize my body from my feet, slowly looking up. I shift, uncomfortably as I look away. Finally his eyes meet my face, he smirks.
"Well actually, no, but you don't look like a person who'll do it anyways." I huff in annoyance at his handsome face as he turns and walks out the school.
Wait, what? And yep, his gone. Okay....
I roll my eyes and close his locker, that idiot, now I know his combination, maybe I'll rob him. Who am I kidding. The bell rings, great, now I'm late for class. On my first day. Eh, I'll the teacher will probably let it slide. I get my bag and books from the floor and walk towards the opposite direction as the jerk and further into the school.
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