The start of a new story...
I know I KNOW! I haven't finished the other one yet, but when things pop into my head, I need to write them down before I lose them. So here's the start of a new story.
We are five-year-olds. Perfect examples of little girls. Courageous, energetic and loyal to eachother. My name is Grace and she is April. Our parents are the best of friends, and I think we inherited that from them. Let's wander back in time and see how it all got started.
It was their senior year at Merriam High School. Merriam was like any other school; their school colors were red and blue, and to get the theme going, their lockers were blue and half were red. Roxanne's locker stuck right in the middle of Nowhere's Land: in otherwords, the "ghetto" of the school locker system.
Roxanne was everyone's friend. She talked to the geeks, the nerds, the popular kids. She could befriend anyone if she tried. She was a huge animal rights activist, cared for everyone and everything. Roxanne was also considered popular even though that was the last thing she wanted. Her mission in her senior year was to become friends with ''the unthinkable''.
Enter Andrea, the rockin' rebel without a cause. She was what everyone called "Atrocious Andrea". Andrea sported a nice nose ring, two eyebrow rings, and she also had her bellybutton pierced. In Merriam High, that was over socially unacceptable. She spoke not a single word to anyone. She hated everyone and everything. If Roxanne remembered correctly, she had not even heard this girl speak unless it was mouthing off to teachers.
The school was terribly old. Roxanne's parents even went here. That was definately a sign that the school was aging fast. Roxanne marched to math class on one of the last weeks before finals. She sat in her normal seat, front row of the class room, middle seat. She liked being the teachers pet.
Andrea was also in Roxanne's math class. She usually sat in the back of the class, but occasionally had to deal with the consequences of coming late by sitting in the front row, corner seat. Legend has it, whoever sat there was doomed to fail that class. Not in Roxanne's entire Merriam High life had she seen anyone sit there except Andrea.
Today Andrea had to sit in front again, because she got to school late. She didn't care how late she came, but she was usually at school. She slumped down low in her seat, sticking her long legs out in front of her desk. She was wearing the usual outfit of torn-up jeans and a skimpy shirt that showed most of her upper half. She had a really annoying habit of tapping her ink-black nails on her desk all period. She tapped her nails on the desk with one hand and twirled her hair through her fingers on the other hand.
"Andrea, number one on the board please." the math teacher, Mr. Dubinski, asked her. He should know by now that she would never go and do a problem on the board.
"No." she replied, not even bothering to look up and see his reaction. She knew it was the same everytime.
"If she's declined every time, Doob, she obviously CAN'T." Mike said from the back of the room. He and his "posse" cracked up laughing. To our surprise, Andrea turned around, her ink-black hair swooshing into her face. She tapped her fingernails on the back of the chair. She slid out from her desk and walked to the board. Pushing as hard as she could on the tiny piece of chalk, she completed the whole problem, showing her steps and all. She threw the chalk back onto the ledge of the chalkboard and walked slowly back to her seat, glaring at Mike the whole time.
"Correct, Miss Stefano. Very good. Thank you for finally deciding to show your talent." he said, returning to the blackboard. Andrea sat down, still glaring at Mike.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Mike. I'm not stupid." she said, and then turned around and slumped back in her chair. Mike looked ready to pass out. Roxanne just smiled.
"Good job!" Roxanne whispered across the room to Andrea. Andrea just rolled her eyes and continued twirling her hair. The class was ackwardly quiet afterwards.
After class, Roxanne ran up to Andrea.
"I wanted to congratulate you on standing up to Mike. I know he can be intimidating at--"
"I was never intimidated by him. He's a jerk." Andrea said, cutting off Roxanne's compliment. "Listen. I have no friends and it's awfully nice of you to try and talk to me, but we are two VERY different people, "Roxie". Stick to your own kind." She walked away.
Roxanne just stood there. She wasn't going to let this ruin her day. She told herself to try later, maybe at lunch. She stopped mid-thought, looking at the clock. Passing time was almost over. She needed to get to Biology. She raced down the hall and got to class just as the teacher started announcements. Perfect timing. Roxanne was always perfect.
