Elsa's Pov
She was tall, a few inches taller than me even, and so thin and I wanted to hand her the sandwich in my bag, out of pity or suddenly feelings incredibly fat, I wasn't sure which. Principal Woodley's face was narrow and calculating but not openly friendly. I knew at once that she could be imposing when she needed to be and downright terrifying if she wanted to be. She wore a somewhat unfashionable ensemble of long dark skirt, heavy-heeled pumps, and button down shirt, topped by a scholarly plaid jacket. She was saved from total frumpiness by the fact that it all fit her thin frame well, making her look blade sharp, and adding to my feeling that she could cut me down with one look if I didn't impress her.
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Liv, Peter and Michael were waiting for me outside of Dr. Woodley's office.
"So... how did it go?" Liv asked with a smile.
I took out my class schedule and handed it to her. "I... don't know actually... I only know I'm starting my sophomore year. Here—"
Before I could finish my line, Liv noticed the schedule I had just received and took a good look at it. "Oh my. You can't be serious. We are going be classmates!" She squeaked.
I'm surprised myself. All this isn't just a coincidence, can it? All was well, I will be starting my sophomore with my old friend and perhaps have two new friends along.
Growing up, Liv always told me her dream was to become an actress one day, but Liv would've made a great tour guide if she wanted to go that route. The more time I spent with her, I began to think she might be great at whatever she decided to do. She took me around most of the campus, pointing out the class buildings and the common areas—library, cafeteria, study lounges.
The first few classes weren't too bad. I was able to catch up what had been taught and made a few friends by the time lunch came. Everyone was mostly really friendly—besides a really self absurd girl named Shelby in my Mathematics class. I heard that she's one of the popular girls in the school. Classic.
Everything went fairly well until lunch time. I went to retrieve my old camera from my new locker, hoping to take some pictures of my first school day as a memorial. Or at least to occupy me for a bit.
As I went to the outdoor cafeteria, I noticed a group gathered in a circle. From body to body they were so tight it was almost impossible to see what was going on inside. As they said, curiosity kills the cat. I joined the group to see what was going on. I wondered what I could have missed. When I finally got to the front, everything was so clear to me...
It seemed like a huge-sized teenage boy - with minions behind him - carrying Michael upside down, squashing his face into a cake on the ground. Michael, the Michael whom I met and know. That teenage boy suddenly noticed an unfamiliar face and stopped his mischief.
"Well, well, well. Look who's here. Aren't you the new girl?"
The crowd turned. "The name's Elsa. And looks like rumours spread fast," I pointed out.
He noticed my camera and took advantage of his new finding. "Why Elsa. Why don't you take some pictures of your first day of school as a memory? Starting from here."
Pointing to upside-down-Michael with those chubby fingers of Blake's, my worried look scanned across my camera, and then back to Michael.
"No!" I blurted.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" He cupped his ears, not convincing of my answer.
"I will NOT do that to my friend," I repeated.
I knew damn well that would rage this kid, but that was not my intention. Why did I do that? I never was the type to stand up on my own. Or maybe that was Erica Carter.
He turned like an enraged panther as he tossed Michael to the ground and then shouted at me," NOBODY says no to Blake!"
With that, he walked towards me, his face was blazing red, his fist wrapped into a stone.