ROBYN (still in progress)

2 - But she was the 'mother' of the group

Robyn's P.O.V:

They normally say that high schools are made up of different "clicks". But when I'm at school all I see are a bunch of teenagers following even more childish "all-glory-very-popular" teenagers.

But like every other high school around here- you still have people that get ranked into different groups; the popular group, the jocks, the geeks, the ones who randomly carry skateboards and wear their pants to their knees. Anything and everything- you name it.

Today was very windy and it is not even November yet- which is usually when the town gets yeeted into a giant freezer.

My hair literally fights my face as I pass the patio-filled-students. The stereotypical reactions like laughing so much that they fall off of the tables, whistling at girls who pass them, and most are even doing homework.

Making my way towards the red and blue themed building, the cool air just made me colder. I shivered subconsciously and wrapped my arms around my lean body.

Passing the main office I notice a lot of people entering when I came in front of the two wooden oak doors. A line was forming in front of the front desk.

If I were to guess correctly, there were about 6 students in the line. Exchange students? Does the school even have that program?

I'm clueless.

They are going to be there for a while. This is Ms. Vega we are talking about. The same lady that has an obsession with coffee, cats and spreading gossip. That lady wouldn't even be able to stop talking even if her life depended on it.

Ok maybe that wasn't a way to speak about a 50 year old lady, but honestly the time I spent in this office as an office aid had her raging. As if  helping her was a disgrace.

Her usual glasses that would be perched on her small perky nose is now gone.

Her blue eyes now green.

She's wearing contacts?

Must be-

"Good morning" Ms. Vega exclaimed when she caught me observing her idly by the wooden double doors.

I gave her a curt nod as "hey" and a small forced smile- quickly making my way towards my locker.

Great now she probably thinks I'm a creep. Mentally face palming myself, I made it to the second floor where my familiar locker was hidden between two buff jocks.

After pointing to my locker behind them, they looked back and continued to talking about a 1v1.

Opening my locker in a swift motion, I took out some snacks from my bag and stashed them into my locker for later.

You never know-

"Look at my little Rob!" a nearby voice calls out but I somehow still managed to hear over the loud noise every student was making. The childish nickname makes me face palm myself groaning out loud.

"I thought you grew out of calling me that." I say while giving my bestfriend the tightest hug as she reached into my locker and snatched one of my chips from my locker.

Margie sighs out loud overly dramatic while rolling her eyes "Yeah right, I'll never stop calling you Rob- not even when your future kids learn how to speak." she claims before she opens the bag and starts munching on them and leans on the locker next to mine. And I throw her a playful glare.

I'm not even surprised.

"How did people even come up for the name future? Like did they secretly built a time machine to go into the past to call their present the future or something?" I'm even more confused and highly concerned now as she casts a glare at something from across the room making me follow her gaze. Julia Blake or the she-devil as she described her.