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Sitting next to Rachelle on the bleachers, well, more like suffocating, I could see the new students. They were all different ages, and they all looked similar and different at the same time. They were either blond or black haired, they were all pale, they either brought light to the room or dimmed it down. . . and when I say "dimmed", I mean they cut the lights and we would need flash lights!
It was like half the room was evil and half the room was good. . . freaky right?
"All right students! Settle down!" Sister Bertha called from the center of the room. she was standing in the vortex of good and evil. Her frog like eyes twitched when she looked at the left side, where the evil looking kids were, and she held a faint smile when she looked at the ones on the right. Thats where the good looking kids sat.
"These are the new transfer students that will be living and learning here!I expect the best of you all!" She did have to stop a lot unfortunately, in the middle of most of her speech where she was explaining the rules. You see, remember when I said I was suffocating next to Rachelle? Well, I wasn't kidding. I'm a Junior, got held back last year for grades, and the Junior side of the gymnasium is so packed that if someone told us to all stand, no one would be able to move. every time we get to leave, one of the nuns have to pull a few kids out before we can even leave. Not only that, but no one can sit on the ground because there was a rat infestation three months ago and the floors still have rat feces on them! No one in their right mind would sit down on the floor here.
Well, back to the point, I was actually suffocating. I passed out next to Rachelle and a few kids with heat sickness threw up on the other end, which made the entire room sick. So before Sister Bertha could finish her little speech, they got us all out of there. I didn't get to hear the rest of the speech, but I know it was boring because Rachelle looked like the life was drained out of her when we met in English class. I love English class.
Father Pat teaches English class, sadly. I don't like him very much, he keeps trying to get the school to enforce a regular Catholic school uniform because he likes the skirts. . . and we Are Not A Catholic School!
Father Pat also doesn't know how to write poetry. he tried teaching us last month, and I ended up teaching because he did one of those, "Oh yeah!? well lets see you teach it then!" And you know what. . . I think I might have found my calling. Pissing teachers off and showing them whats what. I love English Class.
anyways, Rachelle sits right behind me in the back and no one likes sitting next to me because they think I am a little too weird. I'm like the black sheep, except for when you need help on homework, class assignments, relationships, friends, etc. I like my role here, it makes me happy and no one really bothers me. Its odd how Rachelle and I even became friends.
I was sitting outside for lunch, under this really cool willow tree behind the rose garden, and I was just watching people go by, laugh, have fun. It was about three weeks after I had gotten here and I really missed my friends, the only support I had after my family died. I stayed there until it started to rain. Well, I stayed there until Rachelle noticed there was someone outside in the rain and decided to pull them in. Rachelle loved the rain, I loved the rain. It seemed like a good combo.
And here we are, friends and comrades just waiting till we can get the hell out of here.
After the bell rang for class to start a few of those new kids came in. They were going to be in this class now, and thats a bad thing! There were fourteen of them, and only three seats that were empty! A few of them sat on tables and a few of them stood. seven were from the good side and seven were from the bad. It was so weird. I felt like I was in Purgatory getting to decide if I could get to be boiled alive in oil or fly around nude with a harp, and to tell the truth, I would rather stay put because both of the ideas f after life seemed disgusting!
Rachelle was making quick friend with both sides, they seemed to be pining for her. I just sat in my chair writing poems and doodling around them. When class ended and I got up to leave after packing all of my stuff, I looked up to see that Rachelle was already out the door with the evil looking kids. I think thats how I am going to call them now. The black beauties are evil, and the golden gods and goddess' are good. No idea why though. . .
when I got to our room, cause Rachelle and I share a room and English is our last class, she had her stuff and was leaving.
"Rachelle? Whats going on?" I asked, sincerely hurt by what was going on. she was smiling at a time like this!
"Oh! Cassie! They are moving me to go and live in another room. You get to stay though and live with Mark and Louis. They are really cool guys!" and she left, still smiling. I however, had my jaw on the floor and bug eyes.
Do thine ears deceive thine eyes and heart? Or has thou forgotten to be a proper lady and feel sorrow?
I walked into the room, and immediately felt better and worse at the same time. Why? Because I was standing in that damned vortex. I was standing between good and evil, great.
 Beware-Mutated_Zombies · Tue Jun 24, 2008 @ 07:39pm · 0 Comments |
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