After Class (Open)

I was walking down the hallway, innocently enough, with my clique. Class had just ended, and lunch just started. The bell always pissed me off, ringing so loudly and obnoxiously throughout the boring, depleted halls. I wave off my friends, sending them off to their lockers; or wherever they wanna go and head off to my own locker. I quickly turn the black knob of the lock, turning it several times, revealing a small clicking sound. I swing the locker open after removing the lock, and neatly place my bag inside my organized, and beautiful locker. I stare myself in the mirror, being amazed on how perfectly beautiful I look. My, no one could be better looking then me, Huh? I giggle to myself, as I glare off two boys walking past me, looking at me as if I were insane. Oh, I'll teach them. But not now,i'm not in the mood. I make my way outside, to meet up with my friends again, when I spot some kid stealing stuff. My lips smile, the coat of pink lipstick hiding it's true, hideous pale-ish pink colour. I simply laugh at him, rolling my eyes at the pathetic boy, of who is now looking through someone's note book. I decide to walk a bit further, until i find that I really, really want to mess with this kid. I walk over, and harshly bump into him, hoping to knock the book out of his hands, as I quickly make my way back the other way, fast enough for him not to hit me and retrieve the book.

I reach outside, as the sun blazes on my skin. Ugh. I don't wanna get sunburned ever in my life. Boy, that would suck so much. I get jealous way to much that my brother Lawson can tan, and that I can't. He doesn't deserve anything good,while I should be getting everything he has. God dammit, I hate him so much. In the trail of my thoughts, someone bumps into me. And hard. Oh, come on. I find myself on the worn cement path, staring up at a boy who was just doing some awkward stretches a few moments ago. I stand up, outraged. No one, bumps into me and gets away with it. Excuse you. You should really apologize after you run into somebody like that, you disrespectful slob. That outta get him to go all baby and cry to me that he's sorry. Though, instead of grinning, a frown fits my face, just to help my little act here.

Did I just get ignored? By him ? This is total bull-crap. I walk over to him, as he backs away form me, continuing his stretches. I raise my hand, about to smack him, but that's when I hear my friend shouting my name. Loudly. "Marisa! Stop! Marisa!!" I turn my head, and realize who the boy was; who I was about to hit. He had some scary-ass rumours going around, something about cutting someone's tongue off, treating them like an Avox. But, he was at school, no weapons. Least I don't think he has any. Plus, even if he had any weapons, I bet I could easily out-power this kid. If not, I could definitely out-wit him. But, If I couldn't do that, I could surely out-number him, and spread fear within this thing people call human. He must be the silent type, keeping everything to himself. I hate those kind of people. I wanted to figure out this kid. Now.

"Hey, just answer me already, kid. Yur creepy stretches look stupid, and so do you. Answer me, now. Or else. I wanted a response from this kid, and I wasn't going to wait any longer. I roll my eyes, hiding my grey pupils for a single moment. I shift around my fur scarf, combing though my hair with my fingers, awaiting a response from this kid. My friend walks next to me, then shifts to going behind me, unsure whether this kid was safe or not.