I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. But all this is not why I couldn't look away. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. They also had dark shadows under those eyes - purplish, bruise like shadows. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. Paler than me, and I don't get out of the house a lot f. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.Īnd yet, they were all exactly alike. The short girl was pixie like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him, but I forced my eyes away, and examined the girls. Another was tall, just a bit smaller than the weight lifter, with chocolate colored hair, and what looked like a bad boy attitude. Another was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. The last was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. Of the four boys, one was big - muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, short hair. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. "Who are they?" The girl from this morning in the office said, taking the subject off of me. Tears swelled in my eyes, but I blinked them away, forcing a smile on my face. "My mom was offered a job, and she just couldn't refuse." That was a lie. I took a small sip of my drink before answering. "So, Emery," I looked up when a girl with curly brown hair called my name. All I wanted to do was just sit by myself, but I reluctantly agreed. When it came time for lunch, he insisted I sit with him and his friends. Kinda uncomfortable. One kid, he was very friendly, his name was Eric Yorkie. Some kids would even stare at me while I walked from class to class. "Sorry, I was at the front office getting my." I waved the piece of paper around.Īs the day went on, I recognized a few students from my earlier classes. I ran through the door, allowing everyone to look at me. I thanked the lady, and ran to find my first class. From somewhere above, the bell rang, signalling the start of class. She then used a highlighter, and marked the best ways to my classes. She handed me a list of all my classes, a form that needed to be signed and returned at the end of the day, and a map. When you come back at the end of the day, I will give you the paper then." But I can take the paper work to her, and bring them back tomorrow, if that's all right." Johnson, she hasn't filled out some paperwork yet. Is that what I am? 'The Other New Girl'? How original. The red-haired woman standing behind the counter looked up at me. People here don't smile like we do in Oklahoma. I sent a small smile to her, but she ignored it. When I stepped inside, a girl with brown hair was walking out. I walked into the building that said FRONT OFFICE over the door. Hell, in my junior class there were 17 - now 16 - kids. I'm used to 200 from the Pre-K to the Seniors. This schools hold up to almost 400 students. It's bigger than the last one I went to, definitely more students. I stepped out of my truck, and looked up towards my new school.
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