Sequins and Somersaults: A Conan Gray Fic

In My Hall

"School sucks," I mumble, pulling open my locker.

"LANGAUGE!" Yells my homeroom teacher, who should be in his homeroom, as he walks past.

I roll my eyes and shut my locker, excited to only have study hall left before I can leave school. It is my first day at Georgetown High, and everyone here sucks. During lunch, not a single person sat with me; and I have no clue why! I sat at an empty table in a corner, away from everybody else. There was plenty of room for someone to sit with me, but apparently everyone in Texas is stuck up. Besides Conan, my brain reminds me. I smile a bit at the thought of his name. Distracted, I bump into a tiny gremlin with pig-tails.

"Aggh!" I yell, jumping back to inspect the girl. She is my age, but a whole head shorter than me. She is dressed in all pastel; blue overalls, pink t-shirt, and purple shoes. Not my taste, I think. When the girl just stares up at me silently, I finally speak.

"Um," I start, looking around for help. Unfortunately, the halls are almost completely empty, as everyone makes their way to their last class. "Sorry about that." I finally finish, bringing my attention back to the pastel troll.

"It's okay, we are on a floating rock and will all die eventually, so mere cuts and bruises on my human flesh do not bother me." She smiles, and I feel my stomach recoil.

"Okay then. Nice meeting you." I step around her and continue to my study hall. It doesn't take long for me to notice light footsteps following behind me. I close my eyes and pray for patience, before turning back to the girl.

"Is there something you need?" I ask, trying to sound polite but failing.

"You're new here. Also, we have the same study hall, so don't mind me following you."

Oh. I feel stupid as I nod and continue on my way, nearly there. After about ten feet, I realize that I have been walking aimlessly and actually have no clue where my study hall is. Taking a deep breath, I turn back to the girl.

"I don't know where I'm going."

She smiles, pushing up the round glasses that sit on her nose. "I could tell. Follow me, I've been going here for years." She steps past me, eyeing me as she goes by. "So what's your name, stranger?"

Reluctantly, I tell her my name. I tell her all about how I just moved here (against my will), how I hate Texas, and how our English teacher is a total snob. I leave Conan out of everything, afraid to admit that at least one thing here isn't horrible. I finish, out of breath. Little pastel lady looks up at me and blinks a few times.

"Yeah, Texas is boring sometimes. Good coffee shops, though." We turn a corner and I see study hall, glad that this conversation is almost over. "Oh, I'm Sade, by the way. My close friends call me Angel, but you'll need to level up on our friendship before you earn that right," She giggles.

"Looking forward to it," I mutter sarcastically.

As the classroom looms closer, I quicken my pace to escape Sade. Pushing my way through the doorway, I walk into a classroom full of students, who all turn to stare at me. As I am considering doing a little twirl and wave to showcase my outfit to the class, my eye catches on someone in the very back. His eyes already glued to me, recognition falls across his face and he waves. Conan.