Chapter 6 ~ Earth
Your POV
'Chanel!'
I grinned and ran to the beautiful, fragile Asian girl who's hair was tied up in an elegant high pony. She gently closed her locker door, carrying multiple books and a pencil case, giving me one of her odd smiles.
'Hey, (y/n),' she greeted, leaning on her locker. 'How was your weekend?'
'Same old stuff,' I shrugged. 'Piano, ballet, a few concerts, parties, hardly anytime to myself.'
'Sounds like my weekends as well,' Chanel grinned. 'Only I have no time to myself. Anyways, the social is coming up. Who you gonna take?'
The first social of many is coming up for our school. We have socials from Year 8 to Year 10. The first social is with a private boys' school, Amare Private School. Most of the schools in this area near Aureum Hills are private, or just 'priv' for short.
In socials, you don't need dates or anybody to take. You could just hang out by yourself for the whole thing if you wanted to. When somebody asks you who you're gonna take means which boy are you going to hang out with.
Everyone over here still asks who are you gonna take because it makes them feel cooler to hang out with boys, even if we are just thirteen. To be honest, I don't know much boys from that school. I don't have any brothers, but I do know that Jordan goes to that school. Maybe I'll ask him for help.
'Not sure, actually,' I admitted, unlocking my whitewashed locker next to Chanel's. 'Might ask Jordan, Blair's boyfriend, for some options. He moved to Sydney, away from Hollywood to be closer to Blair for the summer.'
'Aw. That's so sweet,' gushed Chanel. 'I hope I'll get a boyfriend like that. But doesn't Jordan have movies to shoot for?'
'Yeah, but he still fits school in somehow,' I answered. 'Who are you gonna take then, Chanel?'
'Oh, that's a hard one,' Chanel frowned. Being the queen bee in our school, super wealthy and basically model material, she's already got boys lining up for her. She goes to Pecunia Mall practically everyday, meeting up with boys from Amare College and heaps more. But she doesn't go alone, of course.
My parents will occasionally let me go, and same with Layla but she usually goes with Mikayla, Harper, Brittany and Ashley. Even if Ashley's poor and can't buy much, she somehow manages to cover it up. I bet those four will also have boys waiting for them, given how pretty they look because of the expensive makeup they buy. Ashley can't afford that, but she is naturally pretty with her blonde hair and blue eyes.
'Out of the boys that have asked me, I've narrowed it down to four. There's Jack, this Asian who's cute and charming, especially with those glasses, but he isn't like a nerd. He lives on Argenti Park, and his parents own a technology brand.'
Of course Chanel would include their wealth status. 'This other guy, Damian is quite hot, but he shares his first name with Layla's father who's practically an uncle to me, so that makes it weird. The third guy that lives on Argenti Park is the most popular person in that school, practically a queen bee, except he's a guy, second to none. Except maybe Jordan, but then again, who isn't?
'His name is Hayden and he's really hot with those twinkling blue eyes and brown hair. The last boy is Lawrence, and he's the richest, living with us on Aureum Hills. He's also really smart, but he doesn't have glasses. The only thing is that he has blonde hair, which I don't really like. I prefer guys with brown hair and Asians. So, what do you think?'
I thought honestly for a minute, evaluating all of them, seeing which one fits Chanel perfectly. 'I think you should go with Hayden. He seems like the one you're most hyped about, and even if he doesn't live on Aureum Hills, he still is pretty rich, living on Argenti Park. Just remember wealth isn't everything. He also seems quite nice, and I've heard from Jordan that he gets straight As all the time. Definitely go with him.'
'Thank you, (y/n)!' Chanel smiled, hugging me on the side with one arm. Hugs are also awkward with, since she's taller then most of the year level, including me. It doesn't help that she wears platform heels that are sky-high. If we hug normally, my face get squished into her breasts, and that's quite uncomfortable. So we resort to a side, one-armed hug. 'You really are a precious friend.'
'Thanks,' I smiled back. 'You too. But then, what will I we-'
My sentence was cut off from a girly shriek Chanel had released. I felt a warm hand enclose around my ankle, and I couldn't resist shrieking as well. I whipped my heads downwards, confused on what was going on. A girl in our year, Hannah Mitchell, laid sprawled down on the floor, her glass askew and her brown hair with a red, dyed, streak was a mess.
The books and pencils she had been carrying were clattered on the floor, drawing even more attention to us. I gulped, knowing that I wasn't really good at talking under loads of pressure and attention. But luckily, Chanel was a pro.
'Oh my. Mitchell, what the fuck are you doing tripping over yourself then grabbing (y/n)'s leg?' Chanel yelled, then dropping her voice, she whispered to me, 'Come on, (y/n). Say something. I know about your stage fright, but it's only in your head. You are perfect without thinking so. Everyone thinks that way. C'mon, don't leave me hanging! You're SRC!'
That's right. I'm SRC, the School Representative Council for the Year 10s. I had given a speech in front of the whole year level, urging for them to vote for me. And I had won. But I suspected it had something to do with Layla not giving a speech and Chanel being sick that day. But Chanel was right. I had to stick up for myself.
'Hannah, next time, watch out,' I warned her. 'It's kinda disturbing when you feel a hand grab your foot.'
'OH!' some of the girls yelled, excited by the drama.
'But I-' Hannah tried to speak, but was cut off by Chanel.
'Like (y/n) said, you better watch out,' Chanel injected. 'But you need to go to the Principal's office anyways.'
'That's right,' I caught on. 'In the school rule books I believe in volume seven, chapter eighteen, paragraph nine, clause four, states that "Students should not be permitted to wear any sort of hair dye, with the exceptions of black, brown and blonde." And red is not on that list. As SRC, it's my job to see these things, so off you go to the office.'
'Fine,' Hannah glared icily. 'Whatever, bitches.'
She stalked off angrily, yelling at everyone in her path. Immediately everyone in the hallway started cheering for us.
'Good job!'
'Way to go!'
'You finally cleared the hallways of nerds!'
'That was really good, (y/n),' Chanel smiled at me, making me slightly uncomfortable. 'You got an excuse to send her to the office.
'But it wasn't an excuse,' I said, confused. 'It was real, and I didn't mind her in the hallway.'
Chanel laughed. 'Oh, you're so funny, (y/n). I'll see you in home room, I just got to reapply some make up. Adieu.' She continued laughing as she stalked off to the bathrooms. I frowned as more people cheered me on. Did I just do something terrible?
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'Um, hey Hannah.'
I had made my way to homeroom on the second floor. Our teacher, Mrs Granola hadn't arrived yet, and only a few students had come in. Chanel was still reapplying makeup, and I couldn't find anyone else in my friendship group, so I decided to take this oppurtunity to apologise to Hannah.
She didn't notice me when I was walking towards her, as she was busy drawing something behind the tower of books, her brown hair falling in her face. I noticed that her red streak was no where to be found, and a chunk of hair was missing.
'What do you want, (l/n),' she asked fiercely, looking up.
'I just wanted to apologise for you,' I replied, unfazed by her tone. I was really- Woah! That's so good!'
I caught a glimpse of her drawing. It really was beautiful, an almost perfect copy of Viktor from an anime called Yuri on Ice. But as soon as she noticed I had seen it, she slammed her arms on it, preventing me from seeing any further.
'Shut up,' she hissed venomously. 'I bet you don't know what anime is, or who this character is.'
'Yes I do,' I replied. 'That's Viktor Nikiforov, a character from Yuri on-'
'I wasn't asking for an answer!' Hannah interrupted. But, I could tell she was surprised I knew this.
'Okay, okay,' I huffed. 'But I just wanted to say sorry. I didn't know that Mrs Caprit would do that to you.'
'It's fine. Whatever,' Hannah rolled her eyes. 'Of course you wouldn't know. Caprit favors you, just like Chanel and Layla and all those other rich girls. She would never cut your hair out with just some scissors."
'Oh,' I was at a loss for words. 'I'm just really, really sorry. I didn't know-'
'That Chanel and all those other Elite girls in the corridor were just looking for an excuse to get rid of me?' Hannah interrupted again. I nodded slowly. In this area of Aureum Hills, Argenti Park, Pecunia Mall and five other prestigious schools, including Amare, called Divitiae Streets, the popular girls in the school are called the Elites.
To be an Elite you have to live in Divitiae Streets, be pretty, and basically be what popular girls are. Of course Ashley doesn't live in Divitiae Streets, but she lies. If you're an Elite, it means that you're really popular in your school.
'I don't buy that. You and your group of Elite friends all prance around the school like you own it. I don't know how you know about anime, but I can tell you the rest don't. They don't like anime. I'm an "anime freak" as they call it. Haven't you heard about that?'
I nodded slowly again. That was one of the reasons I didn't tell them I liked anime.
'But I still don't get why you hang out with them, especially Layla and Chanel. I guess Layla's not too bad, she's actually quite nice. It's just that she's so foolish to follow Chanel and other bullies like Ashley and Mikayla. You're all foolish when it comes to people using you. Can't you see that? And I thought you were supposed to be one of the smartest in the class, but apparently you can't see when somebody's using you. You're just a puppet, serving the puppet master.'
'Stop talking nonsense, Hannah,' I denied it.
'Oh please,' she scoffed. 'Well, it's your problem. But you better watch out, or you'll end up like me.'
Mrs Granola entered the classroom, a giggling group of Chanel, Brittany, Mikayla, Ashley and Harper racing to their seats, looking like perfection.
'Miss (l/n), please sit down,' Mrs Granola called out. I nodded and slowly walked to my desk at the front next to Layla and Chanel. Mrs Granola started talking to us about school pride and to not dye our hair. Chanel snickered at this and Hannah immediately cowered under the laughs and stares she was getting. All around me there was noise, but I was dimly aware of that. I was just thinking about the words Hannah said to me.
You're all foolish when it comes to people using you.
Can' you see that?
You're just a puppet, serving the puppet master.
What does she mean by that?
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In case you didn't realize, our main character is a little clueless *cough cough* and dumb. Sorry 'bout that.
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