2016 High School Years

Walking towards the doors of Closed Gate High, I felt queasiness in my stomach, sweat pouring down my head in buckets, and my throat was tight.

All signs of a 'new kid at school heart attack'.

I sigh and wipe away my dramatics. 

"There's nothing to worry about. They're just people." I whisper underneath my breath.

I straighten my skirt off with my hands and pull down my top a bit. Though it being a crop top I doubt it helped.

"Darn you, Gemini." I say once again under my breath. My sister just had to forget her turn to wash clothes which forced me to borrow our older sister's clothes she left behind before going to college.

Well, one more year and I'd be off to college too.

I reached a sign that had a map to the school on it and walked to where it said the office was. But if I hadn't been so lost in my thought's I'd probably would have noticed how the numbers weren't in order.

And I probably would have also noticed the room was not an office and the big pail of white paint above the door.

"AHHHHHHH!" I screeched. The cold paint slapping my face.

Immediately people came into the hallways and saw my state. I turned around and saw a boy in the room looking not the least bit guilty and was laughing his tail off.

Kids were taking pictures and laughing and the principle came out to see what was happening. At least I assumed he was the principle. He carried himself with authority and when he entered everyone stopped laughing.

It became uncomfortably quiet and the man came towards me seeming not to mind the paint ruining his probably expensive shoes.

He reaches into the breast pocket of his suit and removes a handkerchief. He hands it to me and I wiped away the paint from my face.

The paint still dripped but none got on my clothes. Most landed in my hair and on my favorite beige sweater.

I removed the tarnished sweater and heard gasps from the teens around me. I look up confused but only see a bunch of them staring at me like I'm crazy.

"What?!" I snap at them and the girls look away while the boys looked close to drooling...

The principle was examining the scene while I was being gawked at and looked directly at me and the boy behind me.

"Come with me." He said and turned and walked away without another look back.

The boy was smirking as he followed him and I quickly followed loosely behind, still feeling the gazes of the males on my skin.

I shivered at the feeling.

During the walk to the REAL office I glanced at the boy next to me.

I decide to see if he did it or not before making conclusions and ask the obvious question.

"Did you pour that paint on me?" I ask. He doesn't look at me and just continues to walk as if he didn't hear me.

I walk faster to get ahead of him. 

"Um, excuse me? Am I speaking English here?" I say sarcastically adding an extra eye roll.

He still doesn't look at me but does speak. I guess.

"No, Spanish, sorry I couldn't get that." He remarks smirking at my angered face.

"What?! Oh heck to the no. Boy! I am NOT Spanish for your information I am Indian get it right!" I scream.

I didn't mind being Spanish and all but I could tell he knew good and well what ethnicity I was. I wasn't stupid and I know when someone is making fun of me.

"Chill Sacagawea, I was just joking." He chuckles. 

I was about to tell him to chill HITLER but we had reached the office and I didn't want the principle to hear me making snide remarks about the Holocaust.

Holding open the door he motions both of us to come in and take seat.

I sit in the one on the left which was plush and hugable. It also had my favorite color. Grey. I laugh at that.

Once I had picked up the book Fifty Shades Of Grey and bought it thinking it was all about the color grey. And I loved grey so I was so excited to see what kinds of grey's there were.

But I threw the book after reading the first chapter.

I then resumed to returning it before my mom found the thing and also appearing at the store twice as traumatized then before.

And I didn't even finish the book and I was disgusted.

Of course I'd heard of the book and all but I never found out what it was about. And I always wondered about it so I picked it up.

Worst. Decision. Ever.

Anyway, the boy sat in a chair in front of me.

But their were only three chairs. Two across the desk and one on the other side. The principle's chair.

I looked at him with wide eyes as he sat back and put up his feet in the PRINCIPLES seat. His black combat boots getting dirt on his desk. I blinked at him like he was insane.

Then the Principle came in and motioned with one finger for the boy to move.

Laughing the boy does. "Alright, alright I'm moving why so serious Dad?" The boy asks. 

I gasp in shock at the revelation. This man in front of me was this boy's FATHER!

The older man sighs and gestures for the boy to go ahead and get comfortable.

No wonder. I think as the boy slumps into the chair beside me.

No wonder he wasn't scared. He'd never get in trouble when his DAD is the one who owns the place. Heck he'd probably just get a yell and off you go act right!

I stare at the two with renewed interest.

Then the man looks at me with a sad smile.

"Miss Daris, I apologize for how unfortunate your first day here came out. I hope you don't have any second thoughts about this school. It's not a bad facility I assure you." He says sincerely. 

I did have second thoughts about this place. Anyone would after just showing up and already having paint tossed on them.

But of course, I couldn't leave. My mom needs the job she has and that's why we moved in the first place. Plus this school is the closes one in our neighborhood.

I also can't just leave just cause one kid wants to make my day harder. I refuse to back down and run like a coward cause one kid decides he can make me cower away with my tail between my legs.

I am too proud to allow some kid to chase me away.

"No sir, I don't I'd still like to continue to be here." I say surprising them both. The grownup looks at me in relief and grabs some work papers. 

Meanwhile, his son looks at me with pride and respect. As if I'd somehow earned his praise or high opinion of me.

I just ignore him and wait for my anger to simmer down. Of everything that is happening the last thing I needed was to blow up in front of the principle.

Speaking of which he currently held in his hand what I assumed to be my schedule and other things like the map (real map) of the school.

But he looked at his son before handing them to me.

"Alex, you cannot keep this up. Their are people higher up then even me, and if your behavior accumulates anymore, I won't be able to stop the Board of Administrators from removing you from this school and placing you into the other one." His father said.

I looked at his desk and saw that their was a nameplate that said Fredrick Gunning. Ha, cunning I supposed. It was sophisticated if you asked me.

I looked at the boy who before seemed so at ease in the room and now looked a bit bristled. 

His brown eyes shot at his father sharply.

"You mean TYF. I am not going there. It's a worse prison than here." Alex, who's name I now know, said.

"Well it's either that or Juvie and this is all if you don't get it together." His father said with authority. His hands combined on the desk like they were at a poker table and he had the good cards.

I however looked at both of them. My eyeballs ping-ponging between them like a sports man would at a tennis match.

But then stopped when a glaring Alex rushed up and left the room in a single movement. I stared at his leave with an open mouth. But Principle Gunning looked extremely calm. 

It was as if he expected that exact reaction.

I decide that this was enough drama for one day and get ready to leave grabbing my blue and white zig-zagged canvas bag and making my way to the door.

I'm stopped by Principle Gunning however.

"Wait, Miss Daris. Here is your schedule and a pass for your next class. Also I suggest you stop by the bathroom to clean up.

I then remember my hair and my eyes widen as I nod my head. I take away the paperwork and shake hands with the Principle.

"Welcome to Closed Gate High Miss Daris." He says.

I smile anyway though I knew in my heart this school was anything but 'welcoming'.

"Thanks Principle Gunning." I say.

Then I walk out the door only to bump into Alex down the hall.

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