One last check as we walk to the main building of the school...
okay. Everything seems pretty normal, maybe even better actually. But then again, this isn't the usual outfit the average American teenager would wear.
"Will you stop fussing over yourself already? You're acting like a goddam prep!" Dave said looking agitated.
Obviously he had been watching me fix my outfit and smoothe down my hair. That's my brother for you.
As we entered the hall, we attracted many eyes and a few whispers and suddenly, I felt my neck warm up. I thought I would find more diversity here, but everyone seemed to have come straight out of one of those teen bubble-gummy magazines.
"Okay Jen, let's look for the principals office." Interrupted Dave, as he grabbed my arm lightly.
"Ok, you can go ahead, I'll follow behind.." I replied.
David walked ahead in search for the office, continually checking if I was still walking behind, even if I was only a few steps away. Sometimes I love my brother, sometimes I completely hate him. But today I was grateful he was so protective.
"OHMIGOD KRISTY! Like, WHAT is she WEARING?" A high-pitched voice interjected my thoughts from behind.
"Obviously TRASH. Look at those jeans! They like, came straight out of a garbage. I like, swear." Another voice, most probably that Kristy character replied.
I knew they were talking about me, but I continued to stare at the marble floors, adjusting my black plastic glasses from time to time. 'Be cool...'
"Is she like, new or something?"
"I don't care. She's such a freak."
"Yeah."
Since I had nothing better to do, I began complaining to my ever-so-interesting mind. 'This REALLY sucks. Why am I here! Things were so much better back at home. And why won't these bimbos stop following me?! It doesn't help that they keep criticizing me so LOUDLY. Where the hell is that principal's office?! Damn. I knew I should've brought my m&m's... Now I--
CRASH.
"Whoops, sorry loser!" A tall muscular guy passed by and almost knocked me off my feet, but he did manage to crash into me hard enough to knock my books to the floor and leave a sharp pain on my shoulder.
I picked up my books cautiously, you know.. just in case one of those cliche ass-wipe jocks try to pull another stunt off. Meanwhile, those gossip-hungry bimbos continued talking.
I could see them out of the corner of my eye. The tallest one with long, smooth blonde hair opened her powder compact thing as she spoke to her friends.
"So anyway, you should have been at the party last weekend. That band thing played and I wasn't really like, LISTENING to what they were playing.. whatever. But anyway, the guy with the guitar thing was like, so hot."
The other three nodded their heads in agreement. 'How pathetic is this?' I thought. I will never be able to understand how the world can take music for granted. But then again, that's just me, and I'm kinda weird.. well to other people at least. But still-
"Okay sis, it's back there, but we missed a turn, you see this guy said it was-" Dave had walked back to me but he was interrupted.
I was fully aware that my brother Dave was good-looking since he got a respectable amount of attention from girls at our old school, but I was really disappointed at the fact that the first girls to harrass him were the 4 bimbos who kept making fun of me.
"Hi, Are you new? I'm Veronica Hensley. Do you like, need any help?" The tall blonde -- I mean, Veronica (toot!) said as she flashed her perfectly straight pearly whites at Dave, obviously trying to look like an innocent, sweet girl-next-door like in the movies. Pathetic.
"Oh. umm, I'm David (notice how he gives his full name -- Dave's only for real friends. and sisters. I mean, sister.) and this is my sister Jenna."
They glance at me for about half a second and start staring at my brother again.
"Uh, we just moved here from Washington. And um, we were just going to the Principal's office for our schedules." He continued.
"Oh. That's so cool!!" Veronica whatsherstupidface replied, pearly whites still blindingly failing to disappear. The cronies just giggled along. Whatever. Preps.
"HI! I'm umm, I'm Kristy Carmichael!!!" Slave number 1 with long brown high-lighted hair said in the midst of a somewhat awkward silence.
As if on que, the other cronies took the opportunity to introduce themselves as well. Courtney Eastridge happens to be the least attractive of their not-so-ugly selves.. and the stupidest. She just seems to strike me as the reason why blonde jokes were made in the first place. And then there was Stacie Evans. The most voluptuous bimbo I've ever seen. And probably the sluttiest. But out of the 4, Veronica Hensley was no doubt, the life-sized barbie doll everyone wanted to be. Even I have to admit that I've never seen anyone more attractive. She was Exotic.. Gorgeous.. Elegant. I know what you're thinking and I am NOT a lesbian. Or a bisexual. Just to clarify. Heh.
Either way they pretty much looked the same from afar, because they were all wearing mini-skirts and tank tops, only different colors. Like I said, straight out of a mag.
We stood there for about a thousand more eternities (if there's such a thing).. in silence, which made it all the more awkward.
God, please tell me my life will get better.
And to my surprise, it sorta did.
