The Apollolis Furies

man that I adore. I don't blame him. The guy freaks me out. I got the vibe that he is a criminal with a long rap sheet. Who wears a violet silk bathrobe in the late afternoon? My mom also though

lot, but apparently they were waiting for my call. Mr. Smith helped. My situation i

ut this school is that they don't have to wear uniform. I remember at the Junior High school I attended uniform was mandatory. Wearing ordinary clothes felt weird because I still felt out of place. I didn't have a fancy Gucci bag to show that I am A-class material. Neither did the kids here see me rol

dressed like a boy, but staring at the closet of dresses, skirts and designer clothes that a fourteen-year-old girl would fuss over. Even when my mom took me shopping, I just didn't know what the sixteen-year-old me would love to wear. Facing the monsters of high school society and fas

fortunate tale that got forgotten in the newsroom. I smile. Overjoyed by the sense that high school wouldn't be as traumatic as I believed it would be. I pass a couple holding hands. My first instinct is to ask where the principal's office is, even though I know not that important. My father stopped by during the week to get my sched

the

ng jeans and a blue plain tee. She looks amiable enough

chew my l

seen yo

vious. When did I suck at communication? Oh

She places her finger on her lip. Her eyes slit and she stares at me as if I have an inkling of what she's talking about. I do. B

"I'm actually looking for

fail or something like that?" She tilts her head to the s

my parched lips. "Uh." Before I finish, a boy with dark curly black ha

invaded the Science lab." His grin is huge. As

y are. They are probably there to talk to the meth addi

re at me darkly. "Who is

uspect." Becks eyes me as if I'm a new project for to

that would rise would be anger, then a cloud of questions would run towards me. That will reveal my identity. What I don't need is that? Not right

from almost nowhere and rush frantically to their classes without glancing at the three out placed teens. Becks and Daryl disappear before my

They might be in the same proverbial boat that I am in. This, though, made high school bleak than what I had imagined. I sit down next to a blond-haired girl who kept checking herself in the hand mirror after five minutes. She pouts her lips and applies lip gloss, an

my head hurts at the realization that I am not ready to have a test. I thought remedial had to be easy. Where do I start from here? I lift my hand nervously, then drop i

ill give you these three days to study. You can discuss if you l

tence. High school is going to be a tough journey to complete. These people stare at the walls of this classroom knowing fully that their days will marked with red ink and slipping into the race to summer school.

. This might be my first day here, but I feel it is the start of the three years left. Those three years can bring a bountiful treasure that could wipe out any euphoric feeling of my life in Junior high. I can either focus positively or negatively. Miss Pout seems to concentrate more on her face than on

an computer. Becks waves at me as I approach them. A group of jocks wearing letterman jackets in bright blue and white colors walks by. I gasp. The boy from my neighborhood. Haven't seen him sin

an Wicks?" Daryl asks

"I think he lives in my neighb

dles with her locker. "I must give you a pat on the back, girly. Jul

by and he caught me in an emotional predicament. Maybe I should be faltered. I'm not. There's way too much on my mind to even

n only lead to a series of misfor

hless. Now they must

have caught her a bit off the wi

ago, and if Leanne was here, she probably would strike me down for befriending them. They seem genial. A bit on the brusque side, it is refreshing to have pe

ying to figure out whether yo

n. She probably bailed English so ba

hit it in the right

u're a sophomore just like us. We got your back." I stare blankly. "Mr. Train