We strutted down the path to the school gates, head over heels with almighty power. They stared, they watched, they sighed but never once came close. Our fellow pupils wished and prayed that one day they could walk like this, with all the people watching. But you have to admit; the question is, had I deserved it? If you look at my life. My dad gone, my brother maybe dead and a mother I barely got to see. Yes, I deserve it.
The school gates stood as a tall structure of hard, warm metal. As the secret glimmers of sun reflected of the silver paintwork, the girl behind the paint stared back at me. An exact image of what I had become. A mask. A mask of lies and secrets that never showed. A poker face of sin and lies.
“Minnie!” the deep, soothing voice of Blake was breathed onto Miranda’s neck. Her boyfriend. With his little nickname for Miranda. Minnie!
“Hey, Blakey!” Blake leaned in for a light brush on her lips. The problem with this is Blake was a light kisser, where as Miranda went in for the kill. There ‘light’ kisses, turned into a deep snog filled with passion almost as soon as they started. She had what I wanted. A guy. But when it came to boys, Miranda never wanted to stop at one. She had two and loved another. She was a modern day slut but never had anyone said it to her face. I was the only one that knew. Smart move on her part. Anyone else would have used it for blackmail. To get all she had. But I guess she wouldn’t care. She was like that.
“So, you wanna do somethin this weekend babe?” Miranda chirped
“Sure thing. What go see a movie on Sunday?”
“A romantic movie? How about… umm... that romance movie that’s just come out? That new one by… umm… Who ever that bloke is who wrote it. It’s Romeo and Juliet. Who wrote that again Lele?” A direct question. Well how could she not know? I knew she wasn’t the brightest of all sparks but she just HAS to know that.
“Ummm. Weren’t it that William something? Shakespeare I think.” What was I supposed to say? ‘It’s William Shakespeare you idiot’? I can’t do that. I know it was an obvious answer (which she should have been known), but she’s my best friend. I don’t pay attention in class. Half my brain just seems to download it all into my head.
“Sure thang Minnie. I’ll pick you up at your house on Sunday at around…”
“Five? that’s when the movie starts.”
“Ok. I’ll buy.”
“Thanks Blakey. You’re the best boa Eva!” then she went for it once again, the lip wrestling match round two. He pulled away. Over already? At least for now. Then he spun round, his heels gliding gently on the gravel, one foot in front of the other, and simply walked away.
“Ooooh. Isn’t Blake the best boy ever?” Miranda swooned.
“He’s not my type. But for you, yes.” I nodded. But what about her other boy friend outside of school, Mason? Or the other man, Jared? Were they as special to her as Blake? Or were they more to her?
“I know he’s not your type. He’s so wild and crazy, where as your quiet, sensible and risk free. To him you’re probably just an obedient puppy.” She gloated. That hurt. I was in love with Blake too. At least, before my dream. I guess she didn’t mean to hurt me. My comment had just kicked in her defencemode I guess
I was totally in love with Blake. He was soooooo hot. But he never paid any attention to me. Only Miranda. She was his prize. If he were to dump Miranda and go for me, he wouldn’t be so popular then would he? He was where he was in the social chain because of Miranda. They were the school’s power couple.
Blake would take advantage of me because he knew how I felt. I bet my eyes told him everything; everything I wanted to push deep inside myself so he could never find out, but they told him. They wanted him and so did the rest of me. Shame my eyes couldn’t keep a secret. So that was it. Blake and Miranda, never Blake and me.
So we paraded up through the school gates. We slipped up to Geography and ducked through the pink, painted girl’s bathroom door and took to our office.
The office was quite small. In the center of the immaculate tiled floor was a small school table that we got some older boys to nick from some classroom. They were so willing. Especially since Miranda asked. Also we had a swivel chair we managed to get from the R.E teacher’s class. We hate her. We bully her to tears sometimes. She deserves it though. She sometimes slaps people and she can’t even teacher her own lesson. She’d be better with teaching grapes how to do a back flip! We also took a plant off her. She couldn’t do anything about it though. The plant had spiky green leaves with small branches. It was my favourite.
We also had a small waiting corner; there were lilac chairs we brought in. Already, three people were sat there, waiting for Miranda’s arrival. One was a young girl, around year seven. She wore the uniform very practically (with her tie nice and long and her skirt knee length) She had puffy blonde hair and sea green eyes. They were swimming in the small, round tears that were beginning to erupt out from her eye lids. Her lips quivered with sorrow.
“Rose. Get here now,” Miranda’s voice went as sour as poison. I had never seen this girl before. All I know is she was sent to do a job by Miranda. I think it was something to do with a punishment for some boy. I think she mentioned that he tried to touch her! AND was not on the snog list (which is a special list we made up of touchable boys) but she never told me what the punishment was yet.
Miranda and Rose stared at each other, unblinking, unspeaking. Like two statues made to look at each other forever, still and quiet.
“Rose,” Miranda’s voice was now sweet and calm. The anger had drained from her and she was now tranquil.
“Can you tell me exactly why you never let off that stink bomb in that nerd’s bag? Because you know what can happen when you don’t do what I tell you to” Miranda levitated her fingers and directed at the scrapbook on her desk. “The book of shame. You’ve seen this before haven’t you? Rosie.” The big book of shame. A scrapbook filled with photos of every kid who had disobeyed Miranda. Each was taken after they had been given a punishment of their own. Miranda had sent Rosie before to do jobs. Nasty jobs. Rosie was in trouble a lot at school, when she got in really big trouble she turned to Miranda. Miranda sent me to bully the teachers using whatever I could find. Blackmail, threats or even Miranda’s goons that could, I guess you could say, ruff them up a little. Anyway we could get what we wanted easy. Only, that bullying came at a price.
Rose directed her eyes to the floor. A small tear rolled down her check. It dripped off her chin and hit the floor.
“I... I... guess I just couldn’t,” Rose, suddenly alert, looked Miranda straight in the eyes. “But I could try again, maybe with two? One in his bag and another down his boxers. He’ll just be glad to be touched by a girl.” Rose’s eyes glinted with childish excitement.
“That’s what I need Rosie. Revenge. Do that and I’ll get that ugly Miss Beetle off your case,” They smiled at each other, wide and toothy. “So, next time I should be seeing you will be when Benny Whitley gets a stink bomb stuck in his shorts. See ya later.” Rose turned on her short school heals and left through the bathroom door. It swung gently after, the crumbly paintwork fluttering down to the floor.
“NEXT!” Miranda called. Next was yet another fit guy from year 8. His perfect gelled hair glinted in the bathroom light and his peachy completion really complimented his eyes. His pure white, non regulation trainers travelled gently but surely across the room to the desk. His soft looking, blue jeans touched the chair at the opposite side of the desk as he sat. His hands folded and then darted over to lean closer to Miranda.
“So... Miranda baby. I was wondering,” He leaned his face closer to hers, their lips almost touching. “You wanna dump that guy... Blake... and go out with a real man.”
“Maybe you can call me when you find one. Maybe one who doesn’t use so much hair gel? I mean seriously, that’s way too much even for you Timmy. Cut the crap and get outta my office.” His face was a picture of hurt. Then hate.
“Ok then babe, but you don’t know what your missin.” And with that, he stormed out of the room, dragging his school bag at his ankles.
“Typical boy. Everyone wants a piece of the Miranda. But they get… What do they get Leanne?” She sneered.
“Nothing.” I’ve probably said that at least 87 times. Maybe more! She was so self absorbed. But she was my Bezzie. We were friends for life. I put up with her and she put up with me. It’s the way we worked. No questions, no answers.
There was one more sat, he leaned back on his chair, cocky and self loving. The smile, that cursed his face, told us he was here for one reason and one reason only.
“If you’re here to ask me out, you’re wasting your time bozo.” Miranda yelled. Then came the sound that pieced the air. The bell, time for class.
Chapter 3 of my school story. Please be as harsh as you can while commentng. Thank-you
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