I stood along the wall watching my classmates. Some were obviously gossiping, others joking, and some just talking. Some days I wished I had someone to communicate with.
No one wants to hang out with the unknown girl.
They would rather be with the real Penelope than myself.
Everyone knew the story about Penelope Alderson. They knew she was kidnapped, stabbed to death, and thrown into a ravine. Everyone except Gammi and Grimp.
I'm supposed to be a seventeen year old , according to the government, and attend Skimfeild High School as a junior.
A carton of milk flew into my shoulder exploding into a white, cardboardy mess. I looked up at a group of football players.
"Oops! Hit the dead girl, Jared!Better go apologize to the zombie!" one with red hair laughed.
Soon they were stumbling around making gurgling sounds, their impressions of zombies. I'd seen scarier ones in my dreams. I merely rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom.
"Idiotic, brainless gorillas." I muttered.
Inside a stall I took off my soaked FOB shirt and put on my gym shirt. It would work. I heard a giggle, then what sounded like pleased moans. Oh no.
I ran out passing the lesbian couple (the blondie had her hand up the others shirt) and slammed the door.
I turned around and slammed into someone.
"Ow! Does anyone here watch where they're going?" I snapped.
"Ugh....sorry. I didn't see you. Um...I'm Jak. I'm new here." he stuttered.
"Obviously. Your talking to the dead girl." I said.
"Dead?!?"
"Talk to someone and mention the name Penelope Alderson. They'll explain it." I replied and walked off.