She’d shown up at the high school out of the blue on that dreary Monday afternoon. It had been raining for hours, so no one thought anything interesting could arise from such a day Arroyo High School.
The classroom was alive with the chattering of twenty-six juvenile teenagers, all sharing the latest bit of gossip heard through the grapevine while throwing around crumpled tests or whatever else they could get their greasy hands on. The walls of the public high school were mostly brick with faint traces of paint which had once upon a time covered them. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about the room. No decorations, no bookshelves, just desks lined the stained linoleum floor.
“Ugh. Lovely weather we’re having, huh, Hannah?” a girl of German decent stated sarcastically.
“Very. I think I might even go out for a walk, it’s so beautiful.” Hannah replied.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, of course. I totally want to go get drenched with ice water today and mess up my hair, even though I straightened it this morning. No, stupid, I was joking.”
“Oh, well, with you I can never tell with you…you always sound so serious, it’s scary. You’re hair does look good though.” She reached over to tuck a wayward strand of her own curly bleach-blond hair behind her ears. “My hair, on the other hand…”
Hannah gave her friend the old stink-eye. “You look fine, Michelle. Gosh. I wish I could pull off frizz like you could, but I would never let it get like that. I’ve got reputation to uphold”
Michelle looked down at the graffiti covering the scratched oak-coloured desk, now feeling self conscious of the crimpy hair she had inherited from her late-grandmother. Hannah’s idea of a compliment always made her feel like dirt.
“You know what else I wish? I wish it woul...
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.... Oh, that reminds me, Michelle and I were planning to go to the mall today. Want to tag along?”
“Hell yeah. I’m tired of wearing these nasty sweats anyways. I’m starting to feel like a hoo-,“ She received a patronizing squint from Yasaman and forcefully backtracked her sentence.“I mean, I feel gross and want to get new clothing with my buddies! Let’s go!”
The two girls left the obscure hall without looking back and stepped into the luminous outdoors, where the sun cascaded brilliantly onto the two new friends.
“You know, I have the weirdest feeling that I should say something super cheesy about what just happened to end it all, but I don’t know what. Huh, strange.” Hannah said curiously.
“Hannah, nothing could get any cheesier than this if you beat it with a pack of mozzarella.”
Hannah paused for a moment to consider this idea.“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
End.
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