Saddle Seat

Chapter 2

"Good morning class! Welcome to first period art." The young teacher smiled, and I tried not to laugh. She was trying too hard. "Today, I would like you all to meet the new student, Sadie Artiveda." I stood up, walking to the front of the class. Several of the boys whistled, and I shot them all glares. "So, Sadie, what would you like to say to the class?" I cleared my throat and smiled at her sweetly.

"Well, Mrs. C, I'm 14, my aunt and uncle are Arthur and Cindy Kallger-" when people heard that name, they straightened. (My aunt and uncle are very successful business people in the state and throughout the country.)"-and I love, love, love art!" I said this sarcastically, but the poor teacher took it literally. She nodded vigorously, then motioned for me to sit down. Boys stared at me as I walked down the isle, but they quickly turned away when I looked at them.

Art was boring, we didn't color or whatever they do in art, we just learned how to write our names in cursive. So useful. Next, science.

I walked to my locker, only to be met there by a girl, of whom I believe I saw in my art class. She turned when she heard me coming. She was wearing VERY skinny jeans, a hot pink shirt rising well above her bellybutton, and what must of been 10 in stilettos.

"Hi! I'm Elsa, and I was in your last class." Her bleached blonde hair, fake blue eyes, which were obviously contacts, and weirdly pale complexion reminded me of Elsa from Frozen. I cringed. Not my type of movie. At all.

"Yeah, I remember you!" I slipped past her, took out my backpack, and locked my locker up again. I noticed the halls had drained out. It was just us.

Suddenly, 75 pounds of weight was shoved onto me. Elsa was doing her best to threaten me. I sighed. Here we go.

"Listen new girl, don't even think of trying to steal my guy. He's obviously mine, and I don't like a thief." She let go, waiting for a response.

"Oh believe me, Mrs. Botox, I plan to be out of here by Friday. So don't try to mold your plastic of a face too far to make a change with that." I scoffed turning away. She turned me around again.

"Oh that's it pretty girl. Don't think of just walking in here, strutting around. I can help you get out of here, with this." At the end of her empty threat, she did her best to hurl her fist into my cheek. It was pretty funny, how hard she was trying. She actually looked winded. I held her up against the locker with one hand on her shoulder.

"One more interesting fact about the new girl." I spat. "Did you know I can bench press 250? So this is gonna hurt a little." I curled my hand into a fist and swung it at her cheek, hitting exactly where I wanted. Where I hit, it was jam packed with nerves, causing pain. But there is very little vans there, so no bruise. Or a very little one. She crumpled to the ground, and I ran to the girls bathroom. Step one: beat up somebody. Check. Actually easier than I thought. Step two: get them in trouble. Step three: get out of this prison.

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