Roses for Charlotte

School has many boundaries that keep people apart, such as grade levels and cliques. At Sunset High School, most of the students stay within these boundaries and slowly lose interest with the others. Inspired by the movie, The Breakfast Club, and the novel Stargirl.

Chapter One: The Meeting (Charlotte's Point of View)

I don't really believe in the concept of "fate" and "destiny." What it tells me is that if something is meant to happen, it'll happen. If something is never to be, it won't ever be. And where's the fun in that? Where's the adventure? Where's the thrill of trying something completely different?

That's why I hate my high school.

There's so many boundaries, so many expectations. We're all pressured to be molded into what the adults expect us to be...or rather, what they want us to be. We're all labeled and have these groups that we belong to. We all have an image that either makes us or breaks us.

Now, I stand here in my school's main office on a summer day, waiting for the principal to return with my punishment. Of course, I'm not alone.There are other students with me, who are all wishing that they were still in bed to soak in the hours of summer vacation. Instead, we're all here at school. I know they blame me. They don't come out and say it, but I could feel it when they walked in, one by one. There was only one person who was an exception to this.

"Have you been waiting a long time?" my friend, Joey asked as he walked into the main office. I shrugged. "Not really," I replied. I took a quick glance at the others. Their gaze was laced with anger and annoyance. Not that I really cared--I kind of like it.

"So Joey, what brings you here this lovely morning?" I asked, using as much sarcasm as possible. Joey let out a light laugh. He knew what I wanted to do. I took another glance. The annoyance grew, along with my smile.

"Well," he said as he put his hands on his hips, trying to look serious, "if you must know, I got in trouble, you see. I did something bad."

Another glance. More anger. I smirked.

"Oh, really?" I replied, trying to sound interested. "How bad?"

He laughs, enjoying this as much as I was. "It was so  bad, that it's criminal." He looked over at the others. The so called seriousness in his face melted and he and bursted out laughing. I laughed along, clutching my stomach, nearly gasping for air.

One of the others--a girl--slammed her hand on the front desk.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?!" she yelled, making the others startled.

We were still laughing. We didn't care. She growled lowly as her eyes were fixed on us--mainly me. I snickered, knowing how this situation was going to end up. Just as planned.

She walked over towards me and Joey, keeping her eyes on me. The more I laughed, the more obvious her anger was. But what was I suppose to do? Why should I be scared of this person? She was no threat to me.

Her name was Naliyah. Her face was slender and her skin was nearly flawless. She had make-up on. Why? I didn't understand. She's better known as the prom queen of the school, even though prom is long over. To be honest, I can't stand people like her. All she ever does is look in her compact mirror during class. Since she's pretty, Naliyah gets a lot of guys to do things for her, like homework and errands.

"You better shut your mouth," she threatened as she stabbed my chest with her finger. I let out a scoff and turned around to face Joey. She grabbed my shoulder and forced my body around. "Hey! Listen to me!"

I glared back at her and grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch me," I said lowly.

Her eyes lowered as she smacked my hand away. "How dare little brat!" I snickered. "What are you going to do? Hit me?" I took another glance at the others. They were whispering. As for Joey, he watched. I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't really pleased with this.

"Don't test me," Naliyah growled. I let out a laugh. "Ha! I'm not scared of a prom queen wannabe," I sneered.

"You don't know who you're messing with!" she shouted.

"Oh, really? Did you forget who my uncle is?" I asked.

Her eyes widened as she took a few steps back. The whispering ceased. I win.

"Charlotte, may I remind you that you're in as much trouble--if not, more?"

I turned around. My uncle. Great.

My uncle didn't really look like a principal, when you think about it. He doesn't have a professional look like most people his age. But he tries, all the same. Today, he chose to wear a clean collared shirt with a blazer and slacks. I decided to play with him, too.

"'Sup, boss man!" I said as I held out my fist, expecting a fist bump. He gave me a look of disappointment and cleared his throat. "Charlotte, that isn't a very appropriate  way to greet your prinicpal," he said in a serious tone. I drew my fist back slowly and smiled. "Boss man," I said, imitating his voice, "this isn't a very nice way to treat your niece."

He cleared his throat once more. "Charlotte, this is a school and--"

"--Chowder." I interrupted.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Chowder," I repeated. "Not Charlotte. Chowder."

He let out a sigh as some of the others snickered. "Charlotte, don't make this harder than it has to be." I stared at my uncle--a standard face-off. I didn't want to lose after winning. After all, the glory was short-lived and I couldn't bask in my triumph. I stood my ground, waiting for him to back down.

From behind me, Joey raised his hand. "Excuse me, sir, but can you tell us what you want us to do?" he asked.

"Very well," he replied. "Everyone, gather 'round. You're all in trouble for the same thing, so you'll all receive the same punishment and--"

"--but Principal Powell!" Naliyah shouted. "This is all her fault! Why do we have to be punished, too?"

"Watch it, Ms. Anderson, or do I have to call your father?" uncle threatened. "You all are at fault. It doesn't matter who started it. What matters is that you all had a lack of better judgement and chose to go along. That's why you all need to be punished."

"But she tricked us, sir!" she complained.

Why can't she just keep quiet?

The End

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