The beginning of the day. I didn't really know what to feel about it, an unbiased view. What would the seniors of a high school do to a new kid?
The answer came to me at once. They would try to inflict their biases on me. The answer was to block them all out. You idiot, I thought to myself . That's completely irrational. The obvious answer is to use your eyes. Lay low for the first day, and watch. Then, get in with the popular girls. They'll make a slot for one new girl to come in, and it's got to be you.
Sighing, I pulled on some worn-out sneakers. Mom had promised to take me on a shopping spree. "You'll need to look good for college," she insisted. If only that was the reason.
"Rach! You've got 4 minutes, 22 seconds, and 39 milliseconds left! Hurry up, time is ticking away!" I ran downstairs. Mom grabbed my arm, her shampooed green hair resting on my shoulder. Her hair was a new color each week. I think it helpes her get through Dad's death. She even tried to dye my hair once. "You have to have some breakfast," she insisted. I quickly grabbed a donut from the side table. "Voilá."
She shook her head good-naturedly. "My God, Rach. Just go, you've got 2 minutes, 9 seconds, and 28 milliseconds till the bus comes. Run." I kissed her on the cheek, and patted her watch. "Love you."
I ran hard, my feet pounding faster than my pacing heart. My feet hit sidewalk, and I stumbled. I had no time. I fumbled all the way to the bus stop, and finally fell. On my face. Into the lap of a guy who was holding a salad. Basically, my face fell into his salad.
Red-faced, I backed away. "Oh, my God. I am so sorry." He laughed. "It's okay. Sort of refreshing to see a new face. This stop is usually just old people walking their dogs." I smiled shyly. He reached out, and brushed off a clump of lettuce. "There." He threw it, and, dropping the rest of his salad in the trashcan, stretched as he stood up. "You're just in time. The only problem is, of course, the bus isn't."I laughed awkwardly. "I guess my mom's atomic watch can't measure random variables," I tried to joke. He looked at me warily. "Yeah." I looked at the road, searching for a hint of a bus. I imagined it would be a sort of white, perhaps blue.
We stood in a sort of weird corner section, with two benches and green grass. I really expected something like in the movies, but the benches were just muddy pieces of wood.
The guy tapped me on the shoulder. "You a freshman? You're a bit tall." I shook my head, tucking my hair behind my ear. "No, I'm a senior. I've been homeschooled since second grade, so I don't exactly remember anything about 'real school'."
The boy smiled. "Cool. By the way, I'm Andy. You?" I shook his hand. "Rachel. Wanna compare schedules?" As soon as we compared our papers, Andy sighed. "No classes together. Guess I'll see you at this bus stop only." I sighed, too. Then, I noticed something we had together. "Wait, no. Look, Andy, we have 6th period Life Prep." Andy's eyes lit up. "Yeah! I don't remember putting that on my course.
When I turned around, there was a man, crisply dressed with his tuxedo and straight tie. "Andrew," he said, "Is this another one of your former one-night-stands?" My eyes widened. The boy stood up, eyes flaring. "Mr. Jared, I have asked you to call me Andy. And, once again, I literally have never even had a one-night-stand. Please, do not consider me as the kind of man that would do such an irresponsible thing."
My eyes widened even more, impressed. "Um, Andy?" I said, touching him on the shoulder. He turned around. "I promise, I'm not like a weird spy guy or anything, this guy is just -" I stopped him "The bus is here." He looked up at the smiling bus driver, waiting as the kids rammed on the windows. "Okay." He and I headed, him leading the way. Kids whooped and screeched, most likely excited at the sight of a boy like Andy showing around the 'new girl'. I shrugged and waved, teeth shining. Why not show off?