I've already been attending this school for a week and nobody has really approached me at all. I don't really mind, though. Being a loner doesn't really hurt me in any way. I've always been a loner. Ever since middle school. I just...never really liked the idea of being around people or having friends in general. It's funny, on TV shows and in movies, you would always see this one person have a couple best friends or a lot of good friends and then they're shown having a good time laughing it up with their friends, but then in the end, that person is being backstabbed by one of their friends. Mainly best friends.
That's the part I don't like. Don't get me wrong. I don't completely shun off the idea of having close friends because of that. It's just...I have a hard time expressing myself. Even at home. I pretty much bottle my feelings up. I know it's not a good thing, but I can't help it. I never really speak my mind and it's hard to anger me. Heh. I know it sounds like I don't have a backbone. I guess I just never really found a reason to open up to anybody. I'm more content with being by myself so even if I changed schools a hundred times in one year, nothing will really change.
As I stepped into the cafeteria and scanned the large room, I realized something then suddenly, my stomach growled.
"I'm hungry..." I said softly to myself.
I started to walk over to the lunch line and I grabbed the solid dark blue tray off the stack of trays then started to slowly move down the line, peeking my head over a bunch of people and trying to see what they're having for lunch today. Today is Friday so they might have something good.
My name is Sabrina Clark, but I go by Salem. I'm an extremely shy girl that likes to dress up in all black and write sad poetry. I worship admire the works of Edgar Allen Poe and I enjoy being a loner. Or wait, maybe enjoy isn't the right word for me. Let's see....
I'm content with being alone for a number of reasons.
It's Friday and I pretty much survived my first week at my new school, Harrison High School. I'm only a Sophomore so I still have a long ways of high school to go before I'm able to free myself of dealing with teenagers.
As the line started to move a little bit, I couldn't help, but overhear a couple guys talking about who knows what.
"Hey, dude. Got any plans for the weekend? My parents will be out of town so the house will be empty. We should invite the guys over and play video games and open up my dad's liquor cabinet." The first guy said.
"Can't. I'm hanging out with Ashley." The second guy said.
"Man, forget her. There will be other times to go shopping for girl clothes." The first guy said.
"Sorry, dude, but you know I love Ashley. I can't just do that to her. I finally have a free weekend. This is the only good time for me and Ashley to hang. If you were my boy, you would understand."
"Man, I AM your boy. That's why I'm telling you that there are other fish in the sea that would rather party than do silly girl things."
"Dude, are you suggesting I hook up with a bunch of girls? You know it's impossible right? Especially with that chick going around, stealing every girl in sight and turning every girl gay."
The first guy started to laugh. "Ohhh ho ho. You mean that punk chick in that band? Yeeeeah. She's pretty hot. I'd do her if she wasn't a lesbian. Bummer right?"
The second guy nodded. "Then again, I have Ashley so I'm good."
The first guy lightly pushed his friend. "Dude, you're too soft."
I pouted to myself as the line started to move a little bit faster. I can't say that that was the best conversation I've heard from two high school boys, though, I am a little curious about who this punk girl in a band that steals girls is. Finally, I reached the food section and I started to scan all the food items, trying to figure out what I wanted to eat for today. Surprisingly, the food at this school isn't half bad. It's better than what I've had before. At my old school, I had to always bring lunch from home because the food tasted so nasty, but the food here is really good. Not saying that it's better than homemade food of course, but at least it's better than nothing. Especially when you accidently skipped breakfast this morning because you slept in through your alarm clock.
After I scanned through all the steamy food, I finally settled on a fried chicken sandwich with mac and cheese. I grabbed a bottle of fruit juice from the drink bin at the end of the line and set it down on my tray next to my food then I stood in line as I waited for it to be my turn at the cash register. Once it was my turn, I dug into my black skinny jeans pocket and pulled out three dollars then handed it to the lunch lady.
Finally, I was able to leave the lunch line. The cafeteria lunch line is probably my least favorite thing about lunch because I don't enjoy being trapped between a bunch of people.
I sighed softly then shrugged lightly.
"Oh well. At least it's over...for now." I said to myself then I scanned the cafeteria again for an empty table.
When I found an empty table, I quickly walked over to it and sat down. I pulled my black messenger bag over my head and set it on the table next to me then I picked up the chicken sandwich and looked it over as I felt the warm and comforting steam rise up from it and hit my face. I smiled.
"Ah~ Looks good~" I cooed then I set it back down on my tray and proceeded to drizzle the sandwich with a ketchup and mustard packet.
Once I finished, I picked the sandwich back up and started to bite into it when suddenly, I heard a bunch of voices shouting.
"Hey! Come see our show tonight! It's going to rock!" One girl said as she handed a couple people a piece of paper.
"You guys should come see our set tonight. It's going to be awesome." One dude said as he handed a table of people pieces of paper also.
At first I was a little confused, but once the group of teens started to make their way down to where I'm at, I realized that they were handing out some sort of fliers. The group consisted of five people and they were all punky looking. Chains, black clothes, heavy black eyeliner. They looked pretty cool in my eyes.
I pulled the sandwich away from my mouth then I started to slowly chew the food when suddenly, a girl with a black Mohawk hair noticed me and smiled.
"Hey, you should come see our show tonight. It's going to be killer." She said then held out a flier to me.
I blinked my eyes, not expecting her to say anything to me or perhaps, not even notice me. Though, I couldn't be rude and turn down the offer so I slowly took the flier from her and looked it over.
"By the way..." She started.
I looked up at her and raised my eyebrows, wondering what else she had to say. She had a soft smile on her face. The girl pointed to the corner of her lips.
"You've got some mustard on your lips." She pointed out.
My heart started to race and my cheeks started to become warm as I quickly grabbed the white napkin from my tray and proceeded to wipe off the mustard stain from my lips. I watched the girl, wondering if she was going to make fun of me when her band mate walked up to her and poked her in the shoulder.
"Kali, are you flirting with girls again? I swear..."
The girl named Kali chuckled. "Jealous? Anyways, we should continue handing out these fliers." She said.
"Right!" Her band mate said, nodding then started to walk away.
Kali looked over at me and smiled for one last time before walking away to continue handing out band fliers. I watched as Kali walked away until I couldn't see her anymore then I slowly took the napkin from my mouth and set it down before picking the flier back up and looking it over again. I had a lot of questions and my curiosity was rising. Now I had something to ponder over when I get home tonight.
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