New Faces


"If Rick doesn't stop stealing my french fries, I swear, I'm going to rip his throat out with my claws", I whisper quietly to Ian. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. 

"I'd like to see that."

I rolled my eyes. God, sometimes the guys could be so annoying! Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw Jennifer Lowell waving like a madwoman all the way across the cafeteria. I peered over Rick's shoulder just in time to see an unfamiliar face sit down with her. 

"Who's that?"

"Emma. She's new here. Came from Texas,"replied Ian. I checked her out again. Skinny brunette with a bad concealer job. Now I remembered her. We had English together. The bell suddenly rang and everyone dispersed. "Catch you guys later," I called as I grabbed my backpack. The guys grunted in response. I walked out of the cafeteria and headed to History. 

"Ahhhh. History. Naptime," I thought to myself. I made a beeline to my usual seat in the back row and closed my eyes.  As the students trickled in, Mrs. Tabbot announced today's lesson with her honking voice. I heard something about a project and then I dozed off. 

"Samantha and Emma!"

My head snapped up. Who said my name? Then I remembered Mrs. Tabbot talking about writing a  three page essay on the effects of the Revolutionary War with a partner. I groaned quietly and moved to sit next to , Emma. She stared at me for a long time. Okay, fine. I look kinda rebellious and goth to some people. Finally I blurted out, "It's not nice to stare at people." She blushed and started doodling on her notebook.

"Okay, lets just get this over with", I said feeling bored. She replied with a tiny nod.

"Come over tonight and we'll work on the essay."

She scribbled her address and number on a piece of notebook paper and handed it to me. The bell rang again and she scrambled out of the door. I looked at the paper again. She lived on Oakwood Street. "Rich girl," I thought.

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