Remember Me

©2006 Kirsten Nussey

I walked quickly down the corridor away from English after I left the classroom, in an attempt to get away from Mrs Lanslow. I had been hoping to meet Carly before second period and as I’d already spent the most part of break being lectured about my lack of performance I didn’t have much time left.

As I reached the end of the corridor, my haste caused me to walk straight into another girl who was rounding the corner. She dropped the textbooks that she had been carrying under her arm out of surprise. I was actually all ready to pick them up for her and apologise, but then she gave me a look which I can’t really describe.

She was wearing a pair of fitted designer diesel jeans, with a baby blue FCUK t-shirt. Her deadly straight blonde hair flowed perfectly over her shoulders and her icy blue eyes pierced straight into me; she might have been pretty were she not plastered in make-up and scowling at me.

“Excuse me,” She cried, her voice just as piercing as her eyes and her snobby manner already aggravating me “Well are you going to pick those up or just stand there?” She snapped.

I stood there taken aback by her response, any previous wish to apologise now gone, as though it never existed. God I hated her already. It was unusual for me to take up such strong feelings for somebody that I’d just met but for her I’d made an exception.

“Hello” She said with a slightly raised voice, her hands were on her hips and she was looking down at me. She obviously thought she was better than me. “I’m waiting.”

I didn’t bother answering her, instead pulling my bag further onto my shoulder; I rolled my eyes and then returned the same look that she was giving me.

“What’s wrong? Am I speaking to fast for you? A sorry would be nice,” She continued her attack, unaware that I didn’t really care.

Now the rational thing to do might have been to pick up her books and to even say sorry, to try and salvage the now tarnished meeting, but something about the way she’d spoken to me aggravated me more than I’d even thought was possible at this moment in time.

“Bitch” I muttered, the first thing that had entered my head, and then I walked around her, leaving her mouth open and looking at me in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock. It was obvious that she was unused to the manner in which I had just spoken to her. I found myself instantly regretting it but it was now too late to take it back. So instead I headed to the toilet, having given up on finding Carly before the end of break. I took a look in the mirror above the sink but then regretted it; I looked a mess. I hadn’t had time for a wash that morning and though I might have brushed my hair it was far from neat. Carly appeared in the mirror behind me.

“Hey, what’s up?” She said, concern showing in the features of her face.

“The usual.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Hey, you have a brush?”

“Do I ever leave home without one?” She joked handing me hers. It was black with silver sparkles on the handle.

“Thanks,”

“What are friends for?” She smiled.

I quickly brushed my hair, until it resembled something almost human. I tied it in a bobble just as the bell went, and handed the brush to Carly as we left the toilets. I headed to my locker before second period and grabbed my books for science. God they were heavy.

At dinner, I went to the canteen. Carly had leant me some money because I hadn’t had time to make myself any lunch in the morning – although I’d doubted there was actually anything in the house to eat any way. I bought a jacket potato with red cheese and a can of lemonade. I felt awkward standing in the canteen with just my tray for company and eagerly looked around for a table. Doing so, I spotted Carly on the other side of the room with some of the more popular students - no matter what Carly said, I definitely wasn’t part of their crowd but I needed somewhere else to sit and couldn’t see anybody else that I knew, so I walked over.

“There’s the bitch I was telling you about” I heard someone say from my left, and looking around I realised that it was the girl from earlier, the one that I’d bumped into. She was pointing at me, surrounded by her friends – her popular friends; the look directed at me was definitely not one I was glad to be receiving. I ignored it though and carried on towards the table.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” I found myself asking.

“Well…” they started.

“Of course not,” Carly said, moving up to make some room for me.

I sat down and awkwardly ate my lunch, feeling their gaze as they watched me eat and spoke to each other about their superficial existences basically meaning clothes and make up.

A/N: I'm sorry it's a little short and I promise to update all of my stories a little faster after my exams finish next friday....