Saving The Loner

Chapter Three

The next morning when I delightfully walk through the spacious and noisy hallway, a crowd of new faces loiter around their lockers. I gaze at some long haired sassy girls who show off their toned legs in short mini-skirts along with crop tops letting out their flat tummies.

For a moment I frown remembering my fat tummy. How do they keep so fit? A twinge of envy strikes as I wonder. Obviously I gained so much weight over the festive holidays. As a result I had to squeeze into these blue denim jeans I wore today. I'm guessing they don't have a grandma like mine, whom would constantly complain about my body size every time I visit. No matter how fat I may appear or feel she would still dish plenty of food for me and order me to eat all of it.

A grin flashes on my face when I recall what grandma would usually say,"Add some flesh to that skinny butt," then she would laugh quietly.

The sassy girls stand in a group engaged in hot juicy gossip, laughing and waving their hands dramatically at each other whilst the seemly quite ones are content with searching, decorating and packing their books neatly.

Fortunate enough my darting eyes catch a short, dorky boy in baggy trousers and an extra large red t-shirt. He awkwardly dances, raping his brains out. Now you would think I'm over exaggerating but his audible blows are full of humor. All I hear is macaroni and chess being yelled out. Someone must have had a delicious dinner, I reckon. Metaphorically I'm as hyped as my fellow here. The enthusiasm that spreads inside me has me wishing I could yell "Morning! Hey!" To every face I come across.

Remember the mission here is to make friends but to come to think of it that would be too much, wouldn't you say? Certainly I would not want to scare anyone away with my outgoing behavior. Which is way out of my character unless of course I'm high on some pop music, where I would make the weirdest humming sounds, show off my dance moves not forgetting the cool faces i make (maybe not so cool) to my mirror at home.

Now that's the stuff to do at home.

Here I'm the outsider, the girl with no friends walking amongst pupils who have memories of each other. If not I should be putting on my best behavior then hopefully my friend base will increase.

From a short distance I see Evelyn and Taffiny waiting by my locker. I become conscious of the fact that Evelyn is slightly taller, curvier as compared to Tiffany. But overall they both have splendid bootylicious bodies and they show that in no self doubt.

As soon as I reach them Tiffany is quick to cross her caramel toned arms over my pint sized chest squeezing me against her large breasts saying,"Good morning Cat," delightfully proving it to be a good morning indeed.

Evelyn who's busy pressing on her phone manages to say,"Hey Cat." without making any eye contact. She flinches her hair from her face and blurts out, "Uh! his replies are predicable. It's like the usual boring conversations I would have with an ugly guy, deliberately trying to get him off my back." she rolls her blue-green eyes that suggest she's mixed ethnicity.

"Having a bad morning?" I ask Evelyn, without allowing her to answer I continue "I know that's none of my business but boys are quite unexciting over the phone." I mellow her hoping for a decent conversation. Rather a few seconds later I admitted to myself that comment was a bit corny.

"Not when you had just met over the weekend, Evelyn says, I was expecting endless exciting conversations, flirting with one another. You know conversations that flow without trying so hard." She complains with a scowled expression.

"Unless his really not into me," she then pouts knowing it's impossible for a boy to resist a gorgeous girl like her.

Which boy could possibly blow up a chance with her? She is a ten, like boys from my previous school would usually rate girls. With her flawless soft looking pale skin, black silky hair like those from the commercials and full glossy pink lips. She is the kind of girl that wouldn't go unnoticed in a huge crowd.