On Monday morning, Mary Robertson parted ways with her dad at the main entrance of the school, father and daughter smiling at each other amiably. She had been at this school, an all-grades school, since she was little, and was widely regarded as someone who might one day come back as an adult to either teach or to be a part of the office staff. She brushed a few strands of her dark hair out of her face as she headed briskly along to her locker, one of her friends, Jenna coming up alongside her.
“You still planning on joining that little lunch crew this week?” the other girl said to her.
“What's wrong with shaking things up a bit?” Mary returned.
“They're such half-rates, though,” Jenna said with a shrug, and Mary stopped. Jenna halted a few paces later, looking back at the other girl.
“Mary?”
“This. This is why I'm changing things up in my life. Why are you and all the other people in my class such snobs about grades and socializing? Why can't you see that other people are just as--” she began with an ardor, interrupted by a loud sigh from the other girl.
“You're still crushing on that tenth-grader, huh?”
“That's none of your concern.” Mary said with a shake of her head.
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“It is so my concern! I've been your best friend for five years!”
“Then try being more friendly to other people besides me!”
“Rude!! I introduced you to Henry, but you--”
“Henry Walters? The guy who tried to date-rape me?” Mary scowled, and Jenna backed down a bit from her arguments.
“Ahh... I forgot about that... I really did... but next time I'll--”
“No thanks.” Mary cut her off, speeding up and walking past her, then turning around once more. “I'm going to join up with them. You may not get them, or even like them, but I swear to you, if you try to stop me or start spreading rumors like you did the last time I tried to make other friends here...” she said to Jenna with a dark look in her eyes. The other girl seemed to shrink, letting out a sigh.
“I heard enough from my mother about that incident later... and of course the black mark in my records because of it...” she said with a pained look.
“Hopefully that means you learned your lesson.” Mary said in a soft but stern voice, turning again to walk away.
She let out a sigh of relief, a smile coming to her face. Sometime this week, she was going to meet up them, a group of students who were rumored to be involved with a certain game. Mary had been playing it herself for quite a while now, so when she had heard the stories that a few of her fellow students were into it, she had been thrilled, and not surprised one bit when she found out a hint of who they were. I can't wait! Mary thought to herself, a bright smile crossing her face.