Who Spat In Your Pizza, Alpha Dude

Annoying little Pessumae

Because what my eyes landed on, where three annoying little pieces of do-gooders. Always trying to make them the Queen Bees of the school. Bullying others that get in their way. And to tell you something, I just hate people like that. People that have to reason to hurt someone, just to make them more popular.

An annoying threesome of sluts, stand themselves at the end of the corridor. There is basically no other word to describe them other than that. Wait! Stop!, put the book down, turn off the oven, sprint around the house yelling, WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. These three girls will be the cause of why the police will be knocking wondering what's happening. With the sloppy makeup smashed all over their face and the to-tight-for-my-own-comfort clothes, that can be misplaced as under garnets.

But the one that catches my eye the most. Oh, the irony. Always the cliche part. She stands in the middle with her hands on her hip. With the Barbie outfit going on. This looked like the worst one. The total nut-job. With blonde hair down to her hip and crystal blue eyes that would be stunning except has a foul burn to them. And a body people would die for, though I think it's just fake. Cause with that upper and lower body, it looks like plastic surgery that has gone wrong.

Number 2 stands on her left side, taking in the leftover glory that's thrown her way. Hair that is a burnt brown crisp running into red at the tips, like paint that hasn't been mixed together properly. Hazel eyes shone through and red way-to-fat-for-natural-looking lips finish off her despising act. She is standing about 5'4 and wearing a red mini-dress. And the names that come to my mind first would be Serena or Cyan. Something like that sound.

Last but definitely not least. The least attention given but still stands on a plate of disgusting glory, is number 3. Posing on the right of the nut-job. I'm guessing is the least mean one but probably still a penurious. With her past-by-use-by-date brown hair that turns bronde, than blonde with wrinkled snow white at the tips. Striking vibrant green eyes with a look of disgust complete the look of her. Elysia or Elia would sound close to her name. A sound like that.

You know what I just realized. That these days are going to be wonderful. As wonderful as you can get riding with unicorns and farting rainbows out of your bum. And no, I'm not using sarcasm, I don't even know what that word means. Let alone is it in my vocabulary. Parting my way out in hell.

Hold up! Throw me the bone. What am I talking about? It can't be hell. Cause hell was a while back, I'm way past that stage now.

You know the good thing out of this, is that I looked over and described them in less than five seconds. I was told when I was a babe on her first stage to walking, that I have always been able to read people like a book, just from the first sight. So five seconds is all it took for me to judge them before I took off.

I don't want them to realize that I stare at them, to get a nasty remark in turn. It would only just make more unnecessary attention. And I know more than anyone, that it's not nice to judge people, I hate doing it. I normally don't like putting titles on people, but there was no other title for them.

With an exaggerated sigh, I march off to find the receptionist. When I'm just only a couple of steps in, I come to realize an attention-seeking black 6 letter word right in front of me. With a rusted ruby red arrow points to my right. My gaze seeks out a desk with a Chinese lady sitting in the chair on the far corner, next to tin cupboards filled with different files. Student files. So I guess this is the office than. Ehh, it definitely fits my expectations for a deeper cliche-ness look.

Prancing up, I tap the wooden table to get the lady's attention. But before my finger touches the wood, she turns around. A look of surprise musters her beautiful face making her nearly lose her sight. I think I almost gave her a heart attack. She looked about her 30s with honey coloured hair tied into a bun. Soft delicate brown eyes, meet my lost brown eyes with hints of gold and green woven throughout.

"Oh sorry dear, you gave me a fright." She says with a laugh breaking my thoughts.

"It's okay, my names Sophia Crimstone and I was wondering if ya had my schedule?" I ask trying to be polite and managing up to a small smile. She turns around and grabs something before turning back to me with a bright smile, that could make anyone cheer up in a matter of seconds.

"Oh yes dear, here you go." She tells me handing me a piece of new fresh piece of paper. How can I tell? It's because of that fresh smell you always get from when you open a packet of new paper. "And here is a map to show you around our school." She finishes with a smaller older piece of paper. Looking over at her name tag, I come to recognize that her name is Mrs Fonte.

"Thank you!" I replied and with that, I moved over and down the corridor. Locker 4, oh that's my lucky number and the fourth closest to the door of ultimate freedom out of here. Standing at the baby blue door of my locker, I put in the coordinates of numbers. 13-25-6. An alarming beep goes off, telling me that I can open it, but as I do. There is something in there that I never expected to see.