THREE
I glance at my timetable. Maths. Sigh. It's not like I hate it a lot. It's just that Maths seems to bring me bad luck. Something always 'crashes' into me during Maths.
I make my way to locker 25 which is labelled with my name. I peel off the sticker and dump it in the bin.
I stare at my locker blankly. Keys? I don't remember getting it.
"Violet!"
When I turn, I see Sharon's face right in front of me, panting away. In her hand, was a small bunch of keys. "I.....am.....sorry.....this.....is......is yours....."
I take the keys from her. "Thanks."
Sharon looks at her watch. "Oh no! Biology! Why does this always happen to me? Biology is totally my unlucky star!"
I grin as see her run off again. Unlucky star. Am I gonna be one? Why do I get an awkward feeling that something bad is going to happen. Really bad.
***
Maths is bad. I knew it was.
Mr Clark, our Maths teacher with neardy black spectacles, keeps on giving me evil stares. What's his problem? My looks? My hair? My work? No, definitely not my work. I always maintain my good grades despite the fact that I fool around a lot.
"Violet," Mr Clark says as he walks past my desk. "I hope your grades will be looking as good as your hair." Now I know what he's heading at. He's one of those who does not approve of dyed hair.
I give him a smile that looks more like a smirk. I didn't mean to though. I quickly turn my gaze to the worksheet that he gave out. Oh, easy. I practice this topic often.
"Time up!" Mr Clark annonces. "Check your answers against my answer sheet. Any full-markers?"
He's got this look on his face that shows that he totally knows that there are no full-markers. Looks like I am going to disapoint him in a positive way.
"Me?" I ask-answer.
Mr Clark looks over and his eyes widen. "Let me guess," He chuckles softly. "It was Carrie who said that, right?"
Carrie, is the girl who sits next to me, at least she told me she was. People from the back said she scores the highest in class.
Carrie shakes her head softly. "I made two careless mistakes."
Mr Clark looks at me unwillingly. "Violet De Cruz?"
I give him a "duh" look. "I'm pretty sure that I know my own score." I tell Mr Clark.
Mr Clarks clears his throat.
***
This is wrong. Just totally wrong. I'm friend-less for the first time in my life. Is it just me or are people here cold? No body ever ignored me in Escondido. Since I was born I had friends. I'm not trying to be proud I just feel...lonely? Moving really was a bad idea. I could have been with my old friends.
Well, I'm not totally friend-less. I've got Sharon...Who is a little hyper. She's been bouncing all about me. Talking, asking and stuff. I went for lunch with Sharon and two girls. What's their name again? Yes, Britney and Lola. They asked if we wanted to join and Sharon agreed, telling me that they were popular people but that didn't seem like it to me.
I feel weird in this place. Out of place maybe. Moving was a bad, bad idea.
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