Gritting My Teeth

Margaret

Margaret sighed rather morosely as her mother's car had come to a screeching hault. "Goodbye, mom," she spoke softly with a dainty smile as she waved a bye, exiting the car and slamming the door shut behind her. She paused for a moment as she looked at the school, seeing more of a prison than an educational environment. Her eyes locked on some popular girls walking by with their silky, staight hair which they often flipped from side to side. She rolled her eyes and dragged her feet to her first class, without talking to anyone, of course, like normal. She took a seat and plopped her backpack in the chair next to her - reserving a spot for Madaline. They were best friends for as long as she could recall, and have always had each others backs. She slumped into her seat as she felt small objects being thrown at the back of her cranium. She whirled around, only to see the popular chicks picking on her once more with spitballs. "Really," she asked with her eyes drawn into little slits and her brows furrowed. "You're throwing spitballs at me? Oh, I better watch out, paper and saliva is so gonna kill me," she grumbled and rolled her eyes. She turned back around and waited for her best friend to walk through the door. She rested her head in the palm of her hand, her elbow leaning on the desk. Oh how she had longed to be loved - but however, she had doubt that would ever happen.

Margaret raised a brow at Garret, her eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't quite seem like the type to support a someone like her. She watched him like a hawk, that is, until the school bell rang, and Madaline was officially late. She grunted and leaned to her backpack, pulling out her biology book and notebook, along with a pencil that had barely enough lead to finish the problem on the board. She flipped the notebook shut and waited for the teacher's next orders. She kept throwing glances at Garret, some weird expression on her face.

Margaret grinned wide and warm as she saw Madaline plop in the seat beside her. "Hey," she said in a low voice, almost in a whisper. She slumped into her seat with her back haunched and her hands cupped around each other as she waited for the teacher to speak.

"Good morning class," said Ms. Kendrick, a kind, 24-year old female teacher with her thin British accent. She was a pretty girl, and everyone seemed to like her. The class returned the favor with a good morning and she grinned. "Today we will be learning about the way in which a frog body works," she prompted, and murmurs of the class began. Seeing a hand raised, she pointed at the student with the question.

"Are we going to be disecting frogs?" asked Jim, a guy who was always causing trouble. It was visible he did drugs too, and he labels himself a gangster, which he almost is.

She gave out a wicked grin, almost like she knew he was going to ask that. "Why, of course we are. Classic, eh?" she said and chuckled to herself before she began teaching.

After Biology

As the bell rang, all the students literally ran out of the classroom, Ms. Kendrick having no time to finish her sentence. Margaret sighed and rushed to her locker, almost throwing her math book into her backpack. She then turned to Madaline and smiled. "So, why were you late?"

Margaret froze a moment as she saw all the kids rush to the cafeteria. Dur, it was lunchtime. She carelessy tossed her bookbag into her locker and shuffled her feet towards the cafeteria quite swiftly. The lines were always so long and it took forever for an individual to make their meal alone. She grunted as she could already see the line twirl around the sides of the hallways around the cafeteria. She sighed and waited for her food. As she finally got her plate, she sat herself in a table, not really caring where. Anywho, she began to shovel her lunch down her throat, zoning off into dream land where she was in deep concentration of who knows what about. As she awoke, she found herself staring at Garret, unknowingly of course. She pulled away from her gaze and blushed lightly, hoping he didn't notice. She was unsure of what to think about him, and didn't want to leave the impression that she was a freak.

Margaret slapped her wrist quietly, correcting herself. "Awkward," she muttered to herself and gave out a grimace. She straightened up, looking and Garret with a chuckle. "I'm so sorry for that," she said rather calmly and took a grateful bite of her muffin before continuing, "Staring at people is not a usual thing for me." She gobbled down her bran muffin and gave her tray to a lunch lady who was quite snobby. She plunked herself back in the seat in front of Garret, thoughts swarming through her head like ticked off bees around a nest. She glanced around, seeing that she and him were the only ones at the table. Great, I scared his friends away... Her eyes dropped to her lap where her thumbs twiddled quietly.

Margaret heeded a sigh and shook her head morsely. "Well Madaline, and that's it. Don't really fit in," she said and gave him a grin, "But it doesn't bother me. Most of the people here are douche bags anyhow." She toyed with her cheap headphones that had been stuffed in her pocket ever so carefully.

Margaret flashed a smile to Madaline as she finally arrived. "Hey," she greeted back as her eyes fell upon Garret, her head shaking slightly, "I don't know you well enough to draw conclusions. I'm pretty sure this is the first time we've actually made convo." She didn't mind not understanding Madaline, knowing her mother spoke asain. She watched her body language carefully, soon picking something up. "What's wrong?" she whispered, her expression softened.