Beast is Dead Chapter 2

~Chapter 2~

The public bus wheezed to a stop two blocks away from Chaplain Day High School, ten minutes late. I hurried off it, sprinting full speed to the blue double-doors. Only stuff like this happens in my life.

I burst through the doors and slowed to a brisk walk towards the main office. There was barely anyone left out, only a couple of other late teens shoving stuff from the green lockers into their bags.

I pushed open the off-white colored doors to the main office and was greeted by the sounds of phones ringing, people chatting and the many clicks of keyboards. I went up to Ms. Rosmara, the main secretary’s desk and signed the late book.

“Late again Ms. Salinger! I see your sister wasn’t. You should make her your role model, dontcha think?” she said in her nasally voice. She had some weird sort of fetish with comparing me with Serena.

I didn’t reply to her, in fear I would strangle her with the stupid phone cord she was twirling around her fat, sausage-like fingers.

“Well, get to class, almost missed first period! Ha Ha!” she exclaimed before cackling like an idiot.

I readjusted my bag and walked out of the room and towards AP English. We had just finished Midsummer’s Night’s Dream and were currently reading Animal Farm… I read both in 7th grade.

I knocked lightly on the door and waited for Ms. Rafoy to let me in. She obviously had a hate for me too because she waited a full 7 minutes before opening the door.

“Oh Ms. Salinger, you decided to join us? I hadn’t noticed you out there.. sit, sit, you’ve disturbed my class enough” she hissed coldly. The class that I supposedly disturbed were all completely zoned out, staring out the window other than the couple of over-achievers actually paying attention to the ice queen that was my English teacher. Gasp.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, George Orwell’s Animal Farm showed themes of irony. Who can name me some examples of this?” she asked, ignoring the raised hands of the over-achievers and choosing her victim.

“Ah, Ms. Salinger. You should have done the reading, name an example”

“One example of irony was when the pigs decided that ‘All animals are created equal but some animals are more equal than others’ ” I replied to the sneering Ms. Rafoy.

“Another example anyone…Emily?”

That was the point where I too, like the rest of my inmate-err classmates zoned out. Twenty-five minutes later we were dismissed and went to second period study hall.

I walked through room 34’s doors and walked to the far corner, to my favorite desk.

After setting my bag down, I took out the book I was reading, Emma and flipped to where I left off. I didn’t have even five minutes of peace before loud girlish giggling and the obnoxious clicks of high heels filled the room.

Serena, Emma, Jessica, Marilyn and Amy. The school’s “populars”. If you didn’t dress in Juicy, own a Benz and look flawless, then you better get the hell out of the way of these girls. In the average high school cliché, they ruled the school with the magic power of money, Burberry and flat irons.

“My God, she is such a loser. Honestly Serena, you got like all the good genes. She has like no friends and no life. She‘s even uglier. Your hair is shinier, your eyes are brighter and your face is so much clearer. She should just like run away ”

They were talking about me, I knew it. Even though I placed these girls below roaches on my favorite things list, I was still a little stung when they said that.

“Oh My God! She is like a dog. Really. Her green eyes are so ugly compared to your blue ones, Serena. Anyway she’s a nerd and a geek and a loser.”

They had sat in a table about five feet from where I am. Are they like dumb? Do they not see me right here? What the hell were they doing here anyway? They don’t have Study Hall second period…

Serena smile was wide a placed her blood-red manicured hand on the plastic wood-colored table and leaned into the girls.

“You guys don’t know this about Annette but… she’s anorexic and on drugs!” She whispered.

The girls all collectively gasped and I sat with my mouth open in what could plainly be called, shock. She did it on purpose, that b****. She told the teen gossip queens this just so by the end of the day the whole 2391 kids at Chaplan Day would know.

“Oh My God! Annette is anorexic!!” Emily purposely shrieked just so the entire room would hear. The whispers started almost instantly.

“Anorexic? Oh my god!”

“We always knew she was a weirdo”

“What a freak”

I shoved my stuff into my bag and stood, the chair scraping onto the old wood floor. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes and I ran out of the room. As I was slamming the door shut, I sneaked a look at Serena. She had an evil grin planted on her devilish face.

So whatha think. I know right now it sounds very cliche and Gossip Girl like but starting in the next 3-5 chappies that will all change *insert evil maniacal laugh here*