We entered school in early Spring, and I was the usually typical excited freshman y'all have seen in school. Not the extra cheerful and friendly kind of excited, but the I WANT THIS TO MAKE MY FUTURE SO DAMN BRIGHT kind of cheerful.
I hated school or the notions of things like school. Especially middle school. Because it's puberty time baby. Puberty fucks everyone up. No, I remained the geeky and ugly girl truth be told, and though I was not fat, I felt fat. But that was not the problem. The problem was the monthly visitor. That bitch ruined my interest in sports, I mean I seriously couldn't or wouldn't play anymore. Aside from that, boys. The boys were the problem, big time, for girls. Suddenly in middle school, the girls got interested in the boys, and the boys in the girls. Of course I was interested in a couple of boys as well, but not a die hard thing, because I was more of a hoe for money over boys. Don't blame me, my family was poor. The problem with interest was that if a boy one of the girls was interested in, took interest in you, it's social suicide. That was the least of my fears though. The bigger problem was since I was the ugly geek, I was no competition, so they all confided in me. And I was not one bit interested in someone else's love life.
But oh well, that's not why we're here eh?
But I did have my glow up. When the final year of middle school was coming to an end. It was because of my sister in law. My brother finally got married and that too to a make up artist. She was kind and nice and gave me what y'all can call a make over.
So I entered high school, pretty. Yes, I dare call myself pretty. Actually not really pretty compared to other girls, but way prettier than I had ever been.
Two months into high school and I had been in detention seven times, all because I was late, or because I slacked off during class. But my academic records were good, so I was in a pickle. They didn't like very much, but they couldn't do a thing. Thank God for good marks.
It was the last day before Summer break when his existence was brought to my notice. I was in detention for making a girl cry. We had an argument over some stuff about cherry toppings, and I won and she cried. I still hate her.
I helped out our home room teacher with some forms. As I was getting ready to leave, he asked me to deliver some notes to two students, one of which was Zerah.
"Lisa," he said, "deliver these notes to Zerah Seastein and Sana Chrysolite on your way home."
"um," I said, "no thanks..."
"you want your extra credits or not?" he said, his glasses shimmering.
"Where do they stay?" I said, giving up.
"Feather," he said to my surprise.
"Are you sure?" I said, raising an eyebrow. I was not sure if he was pulling my legs or not. Because I stayed there in Feather. It was a living complex, not exactly cheap but still one of the best places I have been in.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he said.
He definitely didn't look like it.
I shook my head.
He gave me their flat number on two little pieces of paper. Flat number 22 and 24. Mine was 27.
As I entered the building, I got one of the shocks of my life.
The elevators, both of them were out of order.