The troubled girl's fix

Chapter II imagined my fave twisting hard, reacting to the disgust I felt each time I walked the hallways of this high school. My real face though, remained blank, expressionless and seemingly nonchalant to the long trail of teenagers that had nothing better to do with their time than stress on trivial matters. I could already see the eyes of Becca Summers, the rich girl, wannabe queen of the school, eying me with scrutiny. It was to no surprise, waiting at the far end of the hallway as she surveyed the outfits of every student that walked through was her ritual, she never missed a morning to ensure she was the best dressed, with not a single person in possession of a garment she owned. On this particular day, I gulped when her eyes landed on me, my nerves growing increasingly worse as her stare lingered on me. I looked new, and that was a trigger for her.