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Ch. 3: Don't you have an ozone layer to ruin?

Denver's POV (Alix)

Ok, English lit, chemistry and algebra. Done

Did I mention how much I hate algebra?

Like really Y stop asking me to find your X, he's not coming back so go find a D somewhere else and stop bothering me.

Tired from listening to Mr. Morgan and his lengthy explanations on how to find that elusive X, I made my way to the lunch hall.

Lunch.

Now there was an activity I could get behind. If it was Mac n Cheese day I would be golden for the rest of the day. And I mean golden. Creamy cheese with pasta, what was not to like?

The lunch hall was like a frantic arena of hungry gladiators fighting for scraps. Cool it people, there is enough for everybody. I made my way to our regular table at the far side of the room where we could sit discreetly, my friends and me.

My mood had plummeted big time when I saw meat loaf, but with a fruit bowl and a lot of imagination I figured I would survive. I dropped my bag and placed the tray on the table and sat down making as little of a spectacle about it as I could.

"Denver!"

Joshua's voice carried through the lunch hall drawing a lot more attention than I was comfortable with. Joshua was my oldest friend, from I had been placed with my foster parents many years ago he had befriended me and like a piece of gum under your shoe, he stuck with me.

His now pink dyed hair, which had been rainbow colored before summer vacation, lit up the place like a unicorn had thrown up on him and farted glitter just after to seal the deal. Joshua was my designated gay friend. And when I say gay, I mean gay. Like I at any moment expected his skin to burst and Liza Minnelli would come out singing Cabaret.

Rushing to get to me he pummeled a geek or two on his way and pulled me into an awkward sitting bear hug. "Damn, I've missed you, girl. How was summer?"
"Well, summer was hot, boring and... Did I mention boring?" I smiled at him. The hair was not too bad if I had to be honest. "Love the do. Grow it a little longer and you can tie it into a manbun and make it really look like a unicorn's asshole."

He laughed at me. "I'm not even offended by that."
"So where's the rest of the misfits?"

I was referring to Claude and Mischa the rest of our little friend group. Claudette, or Claude as she preferred, was a little quiet compared to the rest of us, she came from a strict Christian home and her need to feel normal when at school she found with us. She had been teased a lot for her parents and the way they always quoted the bible, so she had not had a lot of friends until she ran into us.

Mischa on the other hand I had no clue why chose to be our friend. He was not a misfit like the rest of us. He was on the basketball team and quite well liked, handsome too, if that was something to measure by. I still had no idea why, but he hung around and he talked with us and spent his time with us, so he was a friend.

"Well..."

"Guess who?" A deep male voice sounded behind me.

A pair of shovel sized hands were held over my eyes. Why did Mischa always do that to me?

"Judging by the size of those hands and the girly voice... Lemme guess. Thumbelina?"
"God, you suck at this game," Mischa laughed and dropped down in the chair beside me with a wide grin followed by Claude in the next chair.
"Yeah, not really much of a challenge with only 3 friends," I laughed back at him. "Claude, how was summer vacation?"
She rolled her big green eyes. "Bible camp..."
"Say no more."

It was great being back with my friends. School could suck it, but the friends I had missed a lot. Most of our lunch break we used to get up to speed with everything that had happened since we had last been together. If time had not been our enemy, we could have talked for hours. But there were classes to be had and teachers to be secretly hated.

We got up and I was walking and talking halfway turned towards Mischa when I bumped into somebody.

Theme of the day it would seem.

"Well, well, if it isn't our favorite city in all of the world."

Sighing inwardly, I turned my head to meet Tiffany's smug face.

Being named Denver and living in Colorado was a massive joke to everybody. Like I had chosen that shit? It had been the name on my papers from the adoption agency and I apparently was stuck with that little gem of a name. Paris, London, Dallas or something remotely cool, but no, Denver!

And there they were.

Bimbo Barbie 1-3.

Skirts so short that if they did not cross their legs and you looked just at the right angle, you could see if they had had their tonsils removed. More makeup than a clown convention and an amount of hairspray to make a punker's mohawk look like a soggy noodle.

"Don't you have an ozone layer to ruin?" I said and tried to move around her.
"What did you say?" Tiffany was clearly not having that. "Like you could even dream of looking this good."
"Sorry, toots, I dream of more important things."
"I bet you can't even look like a real girl," Wendy chimed in.
"Sorry to disappoint you, I have all the required parts given to me by nature, the rest I couldn't care less about."

Felicity got an evil glint in her eyes and rummaged through her purse and withdrew a piece of paper. "Here, show up and let's see that you can look like a girl and not some hobo."

Joshua snatched the piece of paper that looked to be a party invitation. "She'll be there."

With Mischa's protective arm around my shoulder we left the hydrogen peroxide triplets behind walking out of the lunch hall.

At the door by the other end I spotted Sirius looking at me. Boy, did he not look happy for some reason. Maybe he was pissed I had insulted his skank of a girlfriend.

Who would know with him?

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