The Modern Misfits
My eyes slowly roamed around the room as my phone kept vibrating in my pocket and my subtly dyed purple hair kept falling in my face. I blew up and my hair floated slowly until it came right back down in the same spot just as slowly. Why did I even dye it purple? It’s reminding me of grapes and now I want grapes and now I’m hungry. Stupid grapes.
My ‘advanced degree’ owning AP Calculus teacher, Mrs. Merlot, was currently dragging the white chalk across the board and creating some sort of high tech, ear threatening screeching sound that rivaled a pterodactyl.
“Yes?” Mrs. Merlot asked. I followed her eyes and a boy with his hand held in the air with dark black hair and a blue earring was wiggling in his seat.
“Can I - May I go to the bathroom?” He asked her and I quietly laughed under my breath. He would’ve got chewed out if he continued his first question. Our teacher hates when people say 'Can I?’
Mrs. Merlot’s eyes narrowed slightly and she nodded, “Yes, you may. Hurry up.”
The boy scrambled out of his seat and walked out of the door, everyone staring at the slouched person. He had his hands in his pockets and he put his hood over his head. And he walked out the door.
“Okay, class, now we are going to -,” I jumped in my seat as a loud ringing sound starting blaring throughout the class and hallway. “Please calmly get out of your seats and walk out to the hallway.” Mrs. Merlot tried to say but everyone was in a panic and rushing to walk out of the door abreast and packed like sardines.
“I didn’t know we were having a drill today,” Mrs. Merlot muttered as I walked out of the classroom semi calmly. That was a surprise. Mrs. Merlot was the person you went to if you wanted to know something in the school. She might not be the best math teacher, but she definitely knew what was happening in the school every single day.
Everyone quickly ran out of the classroom and soon the entire hallway was covered in frantic teenagers trying to run out f the door. Someone bumped me roughly in the shoulder and I stumbled alittle, getting shouts and more shoves as I fell into people’s paths. “Sorry, sorry,” I muttered, annoyed that people were really this crazy over a fire drill. If it was a real fire, we would have heard it over the PA.
Someone had to have pulled the fire alarm… “PUSH ME AGAIN AND I WILL CUT YOUR BALLS OFF AND FEED THEM TO MY PET HAMSTER NIBBLES!” I heard a loud voice scream and I looked ahead of me and there was a girl whose face was slightly obscured by unruly curly light brown hair, skin was a dark mocha brown and whose eyes were blown wide open with anger and annoyance shining through. My eyebrows raised on their own accord as I saw the girl get pushed again and she grabbed the guy by the shirt and punched him in the face. “DON’T FREAKING PUSH ME! ALL OF YOU ARE IDIOTS! IT’S A FAKE FIRE DRILL, DAMMIT!”
Once again, I was pushed and this time I was almost pushed out of the middle part of the throng of panicking students. I tripped over someone’s shoe and fell into the wall. I was leaning against the blandly colored, beige painted wall and trying to get my wits back together. I stood up and the curly-haired girl I saw came barreling towards me. I wanted to move out of the way but then she would take a harder hit than me. When she came close enough, I grabbed her arm and yanked a little and she stumbled her way to standing up sort of straight.
“Woah,” she whipped her hair out of her face and looked at me. She smiled brightly and patted my cheek. “Thanks… Violet.” She said after she looked at my hair pretty closely. Her demeanor now was so different from when she punched that guy in the face.
“No problem,” I replied. “You would have done the same for me.” I smiled a little. Truthfully, I didn’t know that… I was assuming? Don’t assume. You’ll make an ass out of u and me. That’s not nice.
“Probably wouldn’t have, honestly, but thanks anyway,” She smiled and laughed a little. She blew her curly hair out of her face again and started tapping her foot. “Yo, Violet, love the hair, too.”
“Ahh!” I heard another scream and both my and… whatever her name is’ heads turned to the direction of the voice. A big head of dirty blonde hair was rushing towards the spot a few feet away from us and unfortunately, he was built, like really built, and I was not planning on catching that. I’d rather be a full body instead of flat Stanley.
I moved to the side a little and the African-American girl just looked on, picking her nails, as we watched the buff guy slam into the lockers. He grunted and rubbed his back as he looked at us, glasses falling off of his face slightly and brown eyes wide open. “Hey,” he smiled slightly.
“Hey back, hottie,” The girl said and whistles as she looked him up and down. “Name’s Alexa. What’s yours?”
“Xander,” He said as he ran his hand through his straight, black hair. “Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
He looked at me and that Alexa girl narrowed her eyes. I rolled my eyes and looked towards Xander. “It’s Reagan.”
“Nice to meet you, too, Reagan. Guess these people don’t realize that it’s a fake fire drill,” he said as we glanced at the still moving herd of running kids. If this was a real fire drill, they’d all be dead and so would we.
“That’s what I’ve been saying the whole time!” Alexa shouted out. I refrained from saying no, that wasn’t what she was saying the whole time. It was more along the lines of I’d probably let you slam face first into the lockers while you can catch me like my knight in a hoodie and jeans. Those weren’t the exact words, but mine sound way cooler.
We all heard a squeak as a small person fell to the floor in front of all three of our feet. “Oops,” the girl giggled as her soft red hair fanned out around her.
“Yo, Cherry, you alright?” Alexa asked the still dazed girl. The redhead looked up at all of us and seemed to do some sort of mouse thing and silently squeaked.
She hid her face in her hair and quietly mumbled, “I’m fine.” And she got up off of the ground slowly. “My name isn’t Cherry,” the quiet girl whispered.
“Well then tell me your name, although either way your name will probably still be Cherry for me,” Alexa said as she took a piece of gum out of Zander’s hand and popped it into her mouth.
“Uhm, it’s, uhm,” She stuttered and Alexa popped a bubble of gum and starting r chewing again. She rolled her eyes and started tapping her feet.
“Well spit it out, Cherry, haven’t got all day. If this was a real fire and our lives depended on you telling us your name, then I would be sending my death letter to Nibbles and kissing the crap out of this sexy Hulk over here.” Alexa said as she stopped tapping her foot.
“Oh, okay, sorry. My name’s Lyria.” She said quietly. she glanced up quickly and her eyes shot back down as she made eye contact with me.
“Well Lyria, my name’s Reagan. That’s Alexa, and that’s Xander.” I introduced this little impromptu gathering. Wonder if Santa Claus is going to bring one of his elves to join.
“Yo, chica, I can introduce myself.” Alexa interrupted as she stepped in front of me. “The name’s Alexa. You’re cute, shy. You don’t look like a Lyria.”
“Um, thanks?” Lyria questioned uncertainly. I looked over to Xander and he was pinching the bridge of his nose and narrowing his eyes at something in front of him. Another head of hair?! But this one was casually walking towards our little… group with a slight limp.
“Hey, any of you got a band-aid? The rest of those idiots are just trying to run over each other.” I looked out to the slowly getting quieter hallway and there aren’t nearly as much people as there were before. I saw a flash of deep black hair and a shiny blue earring and then it was gone. It was the guy from class.
“Uh, I do,” Lyria said softly. She reached into her peach colored purse and pulled out a band-aid. She handed it to him a small he smiled, dimples showing.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” He said as he wrapped the bandage around his finger. “I’m Jared. Your name?”
“It’s Lyria.” The redhead replied.
“It’s Cherry, actually.” Alexa cut in as she poked at Xander’s muscles.
“Alexa, stop touching my muscles.” He said as he pushed her hands off of him.
Alexa rolled her eyes and continued poking his arms. “I’ll stop doing whatever I want whenever I want. You don’t tell me what to do, you sexy Hulk.”
“So, should we go now, or..?” I asked this very different group of people. There was a very loud girl named Alexa, a very quiet girl named Lyria, a buff Hulk named Xander and a sweet-talking, intelligent looking guy named Jared. And then there’s me, Reagan.
Maybe this won’t be as horrible as I think.
Or maybe it’ll be ten times worse.