Chapter 1
Welp today's been interesting. I'm in the cafe where me and my best friend Deann are walking to our usual table.
So far today I got detention after school for oversleeping, leading me to be late for first period English. Again. Yeah again as in for the third time this week.
Then I made a d- on my algebra test. Yikes.
After algebra, I have gym class where I was constantly and randomly pummeled with basketballs.
Now here we are at lunch. My favorite time where nothing bad should happen. Cause let's face it. This is soo, not my day.
"Hello! Earth to Jessa! You brain dead or something?" Deann asks, waving her hand in front of my face like a maniac. I much her hand down and away from my face.
"No, De, I'm still alive mentally and physically," I said annoyed with a pinched facial expression.
"Oh good, I was starting to think those basketballs hit your head a little too hard." she started laughing. I swear her conscience doesn't work over half the time. I rolled my eyes as she sobers up and complains about having to go to biology and make up the test we took last week. Haha, she sucks at biology. I look down focusing on the role floor, listening to her talk.
Suddenly we walked into someone, or should I say someone walked into us, spilling their lunch aka spaghetti all over us. Well, mostly just me actually. I gasped and so did everyone around us as the cafe fell silent. I looked up to find the spaghetti culprit was no other than Grace Bricks. She the obvious queen with platinum blonde hair and eyes as dark as pools of tar.
She smirked at us and looked me directly in the eye. I looked down at my spaghetti covered yellow sweater, Well I guess with the read said it's more of orange now, and white jeans. Some marinara covered noodles decorated them bother and the floor.
"What was that for?!" Deann says seething in anger.
"Just thought I'd help her more look like the rat she is." Grace let out a 'nails on a chalkboard' streak, I'm sure she calls a laugh. I looked at Deann and see her blue shirt clean other than a few red dots of sauce.
"Why you little- mmmm mmmm." I slapped my hand over her mouth before hearing the profanities I'm sure would've strung out of her mouth if I hadn't. Grace's expression turned to anger.
"What were you going to call me... fish." My eyes widened at Grace's insult. I looked at Deann and could see her eyes lit with anger and resentment at the name. When we were in second grade Deann's mom would only pack her tuna fish sandwiches for lunch and kids started calling her fish. It kinda faded to memory through middle school. Although clearly it hasn't faded completely.
Dean balled her fist and went to punch grave when I grabbed her wrist.
"No" I said firmly. I looked around to see a crowd. Principle Jinx pushed kids out of his way.
"what is going on here?" He looked from each of us girls. "My office now!" We, Deann and I, follow in step behind Jinx. Grace walked a head, I'm sure she's talk her way out of this.
We reached principle Jinx's office. He left the door open as he took a seat behind his big oak desk.
"Now what happened? And why is miss Burkly covered in sauce and noodles?" He asked gesturing towards my yellow, now orange sweater. One que Grace and Deann blame each other, Well Grace also placed blame on me obviously.
"Now! Now! One at a time." principle Jinx said before looking at me before he continued demandingly, "Jessalyn tell me what happened and the truth." I complied giving him the full story. "Miss. Bricks detention tomorrow." His gaze moved from Grace to Deann and I, "same for you two except Miss. Guards you also have detention today after school for almost punching Miss. Bricks." He said pinching the bridge of his nose. Deann groaned but honestly I was kinda happy I wouldn't be in detention alone.
"But mr. Jinx it was their fault, I'm completely innocent." Grace whined. I covered my ears from the high pitched screech she calls a voice. Blah.
"Yeah, about as innocent as a snake." Deann scoffed.
"Enough! It's been decided." Jinx yelled. The bell rang and students scattered the halls. "Now, detention right after school until 4:30. You may go." We walked out of the office and into the reception area and up to the desks for our detention slips. I looked around the room, waiting patiently. My eyes landed on Walker Davis sitting in a chair by the door. He was known for being a delinquent and breaking the rules like vandalizing property, being disrespectful, skipping class, ect. We have a few classes together but he's usually a no show and doesn't notice me. Not like I want the attention anyways though. As if he felt my eyes on him he looked my way. Our eyes met and his green eyes gleamed mischievously. He smirked looking me up and down. God I must look like a mess right now. Just then Jinx walks out of his office and calls Walker in. Walker winks at me before getting up to follow Jinx in, shutting the door behind him.
"Here Jessa," Deann said handing me my extra slip. We walked out of the office and split off our separate ways. Her to class and me to my locker for my back up close then the bathroom.
I made my way locker 1145 and dug out my back up close I had for emergencies, such as this one. I grabbed the blue drawstring bag at the bottom of my locker. I rushed down the hall dodging kids rushing to get to class. When I enter the girls restroom all the stalls are taken except one which just so happens to be the large one giving me enough room to change. I lock the black door and dug my clothes from the bag. In my bag I had a pair of black leggings and an oversized Oklahoma sweatshirt that ended inches above the knee. I slid off my black converse revealing my Harry Potter socked feet. I quickly changed and walked out of the stall with my dirty clothes in the bag and put my shoes back on, double knotting my laces. I stood in front of the restroom mirror looking at my outfit. It worked. I mean it had to, I was going to wear it the rest of the day most likely.
I fixed the bret in my brown hair to keep locks of hair from my eyes. Something my dad insisted on when I was younger and now it's a habit.
I leave the restroom and into an almost completely empty corridor. We get ten minutes between each class. When I reached my locker I opened it to put my bag in. I grabbed a book and a pen for math class, then my phone. I have a message from Deann when I look at the screen.
'Stopped by ms. Daniels and told her you'd be late while dropping your bag off too' It read. I sighed remembering I have ms. Daniels art class next. My favorite class with my favorite teacher. I shut my locker and walked down to art quickly sending a text to De saying 'thanks' before rushing to class so I don't miss much.
