Looking at the giant (and real) smile on Alice’s face, I knew she was just as happy as I was.
“Now, what are you still standing around here for? Go!” Bertha clearly wanted us gone. I really couldn’t think of a reason why someone like her would get a job involving kids, or in this case; teens. Well, Bertha was crazy, not like that was anything new. Anyway, I should ban her from my thoughts and start thinking about what I was going to do with my two hours of free time.
“I need to get something from my locker. Will you walk with me?” I didn’t think Alice actually needed to get something from her locker, but rather that she just wanted to get away from Bertha.
“Off course.” We went to the basement a.k.a. the place where the lockers were.
“Hey, do you know if Jennifer and Red have class right now?” So that was why Alice wanted to go here; she didn’t want Bertha to hear us planning. Also, Red was a nickname we’d given a girl of our year. Her real name was Brianna, but she hated that name. If we didn’t call her by her nickname, we called her Brian, somehow she thought that was better. Red was what you call a-typical; she had dark-reddish hair and always wore a sweatshirt with some kind of food on it (mostly cartoon cupcakes and stuff like that). As you may have guessed by now, we called her Red because of her hair, a feature of hers that really stood out. Jennifer was also a redhead, we always referred to her as a jade-eyed Hayley Williams and if you don’t know who that is; she is the best female singer ever! Well, together with P!nk, in my opinion at least. Now, back to the story.
“Uhm, let me think…” I went through every memory I had, concerning Jen and Red’s timetables. “I think they have English right now. From Mister Grey, if I’m not mistaking.” I was fairly certain they were in that class at the moment, but it wouldn’t be the first time I got something like that wrong.
“No, I think you’re right. They’ve been complaining about that guy non-stop over the weekend.” Alice would know that, she had been working on a geography-project with them, using twitter to communicate. Guess they were too lazy to just pick up the phone and call. Whatever.
“So, what are we going to do for the next two hours?” No need to ask that question really and judging by the look Alice gave me; she was thinking the exact same thing. “Starbucks it is, then.” Starbucks was kind of our usual hangout, every time a teacher was ill - or there was no lesson for another reason - we went there to relax. Something that also helped, was the fact that the Starbucks was at walking distance from Middleton High (our school). Unfortunately, that meant a lot of our fellow-students came there as well. We didn’t like any of them very much, apart from people we considered our friends.
Today was no exception. As soon as Alice and I set foot in the Starbucks, we saw Missy and her posse. Missy was the worst of the worst; the queen bee. Every guy wanted to date her and every girl wanted to be her. There were very few people who saw through that. Only my friends and I seemed to think she was just another rich girl, not the goddess everyone took her for.
My brother was one of the people who didn’t think much of her. Missy mistakenly took that as a challenge; she tried everything to get Liam’s attention. Many girls did, but Missy always took it just one step further, just like she was doing now. Liam and Casey were sitting at a table by the window and Missy was standing right beside it with Brit and Mia or, as we liked to call them: The clothing. We named them that because of a metaphor: Missy was the doll and Brit and Mia were her clothing. They didn’t really do anything for her, except cover who Missy really was. Anyway, enough about them, back to the situation.
Alice and I were standing in line to order and Liam and Casey were sitting at a table about eight feet away, Missy, Brit and Mia next to it.
“So, the usual?” Alice’s voice broke me from my thoughts.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” I could just get out.
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