Violet De Cruz-Chapter 2

TWO

When I step out of the office, a blonde hair girl who tied her hair up into a real tight ponytail is staring at me with lazy eyes, leaning against the pillar with her jaws moving slightly. Bubblegum.

She yawns. "Violet De Cruz?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Must be you," the girl beckons me with a slight wave of her arm while rolling her eyes. "I'm your senior. Follow me to your homeroom."

"You think I need your help?" I ask with a slight tone of challenge.

"Look, you're just a newbie," she smirks. "Don't challenge me. Follow. Don't speak. Or else."

"Or else what?"

She sneers, "Or else you're in trouble."

I sigh sarcastically and walk past her. "Bring it on then."

***

I find my way to homeroom 2, without that senior. Everyone stares at me as I walk in.

The homeroom teacher looks up and her eyes widen. "Have you met Mrs Benson?"

"Yes."

"Well..." She eyes the class. "Sit with Sharon."

I turn to face the class and frown. Who is Sharon? She expects me to know?

A girl, most probably Sharon, smiles and waves at me.

I put on a blank expression and sit next to her.

"Hello," she beams. "I'm Sharon. Very nice to meet you. I hope we can become best friends."

I shrug. "Nice try."

Sharon blinks.

"I don't make best friends easily." I tell her.

"Oh, ok." Sharon says softly. She pushes something to me. "This is your timetable. By the way, I love your hair." She smiles.

Well, the truth is that I had requested to get my hair streaked purple in my glossy black hair when I was 13. That was really a major request to my family. Not to me though. I had ever thought of following my best friend Melanie's older sister, Melissa, to get a ring on my tongue when I'm old enough. I think I better not do that when I am still under the same roof of my parents.

It took Dad more than two months to agree to my request. I had gotten impatient by then. Mum got totally freaked out and lost all trust in me. I was always her good girl, until the hair-dying. She think I've changed. Actually, I have. I changed since she thought I changed.

Just to tell the truth, I'm a total freak about my name. Almost everything I own is violet or purple. I mean, come on, since the name is going to stick with me for life, I should just suit it well. Of course, I own objects of other colours, but violet is the striking one covering up my room.

I dressed myself in a purple graphic shirt with dark blue skinny jeans and violet star sneakers this morning. This didn't get Mum too happy. She seriously expected me to wear the light blue lacy dress. Way out.