Yet another unfinished story (gasp). How many of these do you have? Well, I have like a folder filled with them. I'll reveal the name of the folder later, when I feel like it.
So the whole title was gossip girl inspired, think 1.06, The Handmaidens Tale. The girl, Serena, is like a mirroring image of Jenny, despite the name.
Oh, and by the way, this was supposed to be in my, the endless, but the title and concept was just scrapped.
so anyways,
Costumes&Masquerades
“Thank you Arnold,” I slammed the door and walked through the gates of Atlantic Creek Academy. Taking a step through the doors of the school, I ran my hand through my pure brown hair. There was a roundish counter with a bunch of high school looking people. I approached a blonde haired girl with a name tag that said Melody Woods sitting at the right edge of the counter.
“Could you please tell me where 6th grade orienta-,” Melody cut me off.
“Through those double doors make a left then a right. Go in to room 107 and talk to a teacher sitting at a table. They'll give you all the information you need. If you still have any trouble navigating for the first few days you can talk to a teacher or check the SPIM,” She pointed to a set of double doors on her left and turned to a miniature version of her.
Walking slowly I turned right then left, or was it left then right? Somehow I ended up near room 117, the hospital, aka, nurses office. I went inside hoping for some help. Instead I saw a girl with a drenched pale face and a bloody bandages. When I say bloody, I mean bloody. Not red marker drawn all over the sling. I mean real type B blood.
“Um how do I get to room 107?” I asked looking at the tiled floor. Blood made me a little nauseous
“Walk down the hall make your way to the front counter and then make a left then a right,” Nurse Sephal told me unwinding the girl's bandages. I thanked her and walked out. It was going to be a long day.
At lunch I grabbed my tray with a salad and smoothie and went into a divided section. Yes this school has individual separated lunchrooms. I went into the section that said, Room 4 : Twilight Lounge, It's the sunset theme, not the successful book or movie. I sat down in a deep orange colored booth. I took out my phone and began texting like the girls in surrounding booths.
Bridget: Hey Carrie u there?
Carrie: uh-huh. I'm sneaking my phone during science.
Bridget: nice
Carrie: thx, so what's up?
Bridget: New skool. Thats whats up.
Carrie: Ouch. G2g sci teacher coming my way.
Bridget: text u l8r
“Hello do you mind if I sit here?” The girl with bandages from this morning was standing in front of me and her one good hand holding her unbalanced tray.
“Sure, I'm Bridget,” She sat down on the opposite side of me.
“Kaitlyn,” She responded picking up her milk.
“So, Kaitlyn, do you know anyone here?” I said trying to make some conversion.
“Other than you, my friends, everyone from my old school, the nurse, a teacher, and some high schooler in the front counter, then yes.” She smiled warmly “Oh and you might be wondering why I was wearing bandaged smeared with blood. You see I'm a total klutz so this morning on the steps I tripped and I hit my arm against a sharp edge and some glass, and well here's a bloody arm,” Kailtyn laughed. She seemed the kind of person that was happy and bubbly all the time.
“Well I was wondering that. I just didn't want to prod the question,” I returned her laugh and took a bite out of my salad.
“Hmm. You got an answer anyway whether you wanted to or not!” Kaitlyn seemed fearless. She said things with such strength and no strain of worry in every enunciated word. “So do you know anyone here?”
“I just moved down here from NYC,”
“Interesting,” She smiled. A petite red haired girl walked past us. “Laurie meet Bridget, Bridget meet my friend Laurie,”
“Hiya! I'm Laurie, Laurie Elaine Crimson. Its so nice to meet ya. This school has so many peope. Gosh IDK how I'm ever going to meet everyone. Oh well I already now half the school, in half a school day. Katie, look its the posse, or the clique,” She gestured to 3 girls making their way over. One brunnete, another red head, and a blonde.
“You're sitting in my seat,” The brunnete told me flicking her black nail polished finger.
“You know Mikayla you can ask. Nicely!” Laurie retorted back at Mikayla.
“Yes Laurie. We could've asked, but we didn't,” The blonde girl said.
“Serena, please, I wasn't talking to you nobody would ever talk to you of course,” Laurie smiled, knowing her comeback would hit her.
“You don't ever talk to anybody like that,” The read head spoke after a while of just standing there, arms crossed.
“Sophie, just stand there and don't talk,” Laurie reprimanded
Mikayla gasped. I was guessing she was the leader. “What ev, come on girls lets go into another room,”
Laurie took out her phone and began texting. I peered over her phone.
laurie56xoc: leaving so soon?
sophiesticated: w/e. Stay out of my life, and don't tell anyone what happened to Rena.
laurie56xoc: I'm not that evil. I'm not that stupid. Ill think about it. Just so you know Katie is the last thing on the planet that would give you a bloody cast
sophiesticated: I wouldn't be so sure about that. :)
laurie56xoc: me either. R u sure I wont tell?
sophiesticated: ill make sure of it personally.
“What was that?” I asked wanting to get a perfectly formulated answer.
