Exiting the car with doors that opened like an ostrich trying to fly Sammie found herself at the gates of the prestigious Token High School. With a deep chilly breath and a clenched fist she muttered, “Lets f*cking do this,” before walking in. Past the gilded bars of steel and polished pillars of stone her crisp footsteps crunched on the snow covering the entryway.
One group of girls neared and Sammie braced herself, ready to learn whether the information she had found was useful or not. “Who’s that?” “I don't know, but I want to know”, and all other sorts of comments floated into her ears. She grinned, it had worked. One of the girls even broke away from her murder to ask her a question. Stuttering she said, “C-can I have y-your phone number?”
Handing the girl a slip of paper with her ten digit code Sammie headed through the doors followed by an entourage of “So cool” and “Wow”. Skipping slightly she thought, that was the first time someone has actively tried to become my friend; her grin turned into a full fledged smile. She had this, she’d be able to cling to that FL like no one's business, no worries.
Entering into the new classroom, her mom’s finagling and monetary might had moved her from class C to A, eyes converged upon her once more. Finding an empty seat near the back she plopped her hard a*s down and laid back leisurely; there were still 10 minutes before class started. But almost immediately afterwards concerned murmurs and snide snickers arose from those who were already present. Snippets of, “Don’t they know”, and,“another unfortunate”, could be heard originating from all the way to the front.
Sammie looked to the left and to the right, nothing was happening. Shrugging she closed her eyes but before even half a minute passed a shadow appeared in the over her eyelid. Creaking them open a medium heighted, angry, and weak looking boy entered Sammie’s view. “What the f*ck do you want?” she huffed out. “You’re in my seat.”, he stated, a crinkle forming on his head. “What? It got your name on it or someth’in”, tip #2 - be cool and act confident.
“Yes”, he replied, his face full of zealous narcissism. Realizing that something might be different about this room she checked and, low and behold, a name tag was located on the desk. Trying to read it however, her face scrunched in irritation as she realized that it faced the other direction. The idiot of a guy took this as a challenge and confronted her with a, “What, it's mine, so get off”. Annoyed by this she just glared, her features darkening into a foreboding sign.
She could tell the boy was shivering inside but, like all people with overinflated self worth, he didn’t back down and instead went as far as to put his fists up in a mockery of a boxer pose. Now this, this was an insult, with her good non dominant arm she punched him as a warning. Unable to take even this however he, like a wilting lily, started to fall. But, as if in a failed attempt to be funny, he just kept walk-falling till he reached the doorway. Then, with his arms outstretched he grabbed someone or, more accurately, someone’s large bosom. A piercing “EEEEK” rang out in the class with such high decibels that it broke government noise ordinances. The girl who had been “assaulted” covered her chest protectively and her face grew red while the guy reared his head back and had a nose bleed.
Yes, he had a f*cking nose bleed, not ironically, not as a joke, not in any way fake, it was so disgusting that Sammie almost vomited. Watching it play out as the girl yelled, “hentai” over and over again as if she wasn’t in an english speaking country the class began to laugh until the teacher entered. Like an eclipse he silenced the sunny disposition of the students as he yelled, “What is going on in here!”
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Before the day had even really started Sammie had found herself in the disciplinary office with two others, the boy and the girl from before. The girl still protectively held her breasts which seemed to be spilling out while the boy quietly droned on over and over in a stupified haze, “Just like jelly melons.” Sammie couldn’t help but scoff at the two imbeciles as, although she wasn’t smart and she knew it, at least she didn’t act dumb.
Yet, looking at the girl she could not help but subconsciously pull her neckline out to look at her own chest. Inside she could see six lumps, collectively known as washboard abs; nothing blocked her view. Realizing what she had done she suddenly got mad at herself and smashed her leg with her fist, just as the counselor entered.
“So, what are you two doing harassing this student?”, the adult asked, pulling up a sheet and reading two names, “Harold and Sammie.” Sammie looked at the boy, Harold, who couldn’t get his mind off of the tits and he looked back at her. “Harold Lancaster?” “The one and only”, he smugly smiled. Sammie made a fist in preparation to punch him for that, but before she could Ms. Brandon interjected with a sigh, “Enough of that Sammie, you're already towing the line with your behavior.”
Unclenching her fist she breathed out and chanted in her head, find FL, befriend FL, find FL, befriend FL. That was all she needed to do, eyes on the prize. “Sorry Ms.Flowers, it seems you’ve had a run in with the infamous delinquent from class C and the famous heartthrob, who’s really just a rich pervert, from class A.” “N-no worries”, the Flowers girl sniffled out, almost crying, “please just call me Iris.” “Welp, you can go back to class, I have something to discuss with these two”, Ms. Brandon dismissed the girl named Iris.
“Alright Harold, let's hear your side of the story first”, she said, watching the girl shuffle out. “I’m not a pervert”, he glared while crossing his arms. Pivoting in her steps the counselor turned to me and pointed, “What’d you do Sammie.” Sammie was used to this treatment, it was well deserved. Explaining what had happened the counselor sighed with such a big huff she could blow a brick house down, “So you punched him because he made a threatening pose?”. “No, I punched him because of his mockery of all threatening poses in the history of mankind,” Sammie calmly explained, this got her a glare from Harold.
Gripping her head Ms. Brandon just said,“I can’t deal with this right now, go back to class, after school detention for both of you today.” “What!”, Harold cried out jumping to his feet, “You can’t do this, you’ve failed to recognize Mt.Tai!” Sammie slapped her face so hard she may have caused an aneurysm, all while thinking, can this really be the male lead? Luckily, Sammie’s mother had appointed Ms. Brandon to her position as she was a TC 2.0, Harold didn’t get anywhere other than also having weekend detention.
Escaping before the burden could be shared Sammie made it back to class to witness the unspeakable. The teacher, he said something, something so consequential and relevant from her research that she stood still in the doorway for a full 5.39 × 10^44 planck times. “TRANSFER STUDENT”, yes, he said it, he said those two words in consecutive order. This was it, this was Sammie’s time to grab the thigh and hold on for dear life. Yet, she had already probably earned a bad rep because the one he had introduced was the one and only Iris Flowers.
The teacher went on to say, “Although she is entering in late this year this was only due to some complications in her family. She is quite intelligent, even receiving a full tuition scholarship unlike the rest of you.” At once, that small slight turned the opinions of the class against her; a poor, pretty girl trying to nuzzle her way into their prestigious academy, No Way! Sammie could tell, the teacher did that on purpose, he was just a bigole d*ck with an inferiority complex to the rest of the students so he had to bully the poor ones and bad ones to make himself feel better.
She grinned, this was perfect, defend her and she’ll become the girl's friend. Frowning, the teacher called out to her as she dumbly stood in the doorway. “What are you doing there? Get to your seat!” Oh, feeling confident was he. Suppressing her desire to kick him in the balls she looked and saw that Harold’s seat and Iris’s seat were right next to each other because, why not? She once again took his seat and then looked to her right. Eyes on the prize Sammie, eyes on the prize.