The Other Girl

She walked into the classroom and sat down at her assigned desk next to the “goth boy” who was always sketching. She wore a new outfit from Gap and her purse bragged real leather. The teacher took attendance as she glanced around the room. She made eye contact with one of her friends and mouthed a friendly hello. From her purse she reached for her lotion and put some on. Goth boy stopped sketching, and without moving, breathed in her sweetpea scent. Without her being able to see, he was sketching an intricate rose, wondering if she would appreciate the time he put into it. Maybe he’ll gather enough courage to actually give it to her this time. Maybe. She noticed he had paused and rolled her eyes at him. She put the lotion away, flicked her wavy hair and leaned her chin in her hands. She noticed the girl in front of her wore clothes she never saw before. Obviously they shopped at different stores. And her hair could use a serious… something. But the “new boy” next to her clearly saw something about her that made him keen. Everyday she watched as the new boy next to that girl brought her a gift of some sort. Yesterday he brought her a candy bar and she had overheard the girl whisper it was her favourite. Today he gave her some napkin roses he had rolled himself. It was sweet actually. Maybe she wasn’t all that but she was lucky in love.

She then looked to the front of the class where a blonde boy was sitting. They had gone out once and when he took her home he said she was very special to him. It made her feel so good to hear that. But then why did he never call again? It’s been over a month. Real special. Yeah right. To her left was another boy, a very different one because he had dark hair and played baseball. Every girl in the school at some point had had a crush on him. His girlfriend went to another school and rumours say she’s in college already. An older, smarter woman. He must have high expectations. She readjusted her snug jeans and opened her textbook. The teacher was reviewing last night’s homework. However her mind was not on government, it was on the boys.  Can’t they see she would be a really good girlfriend? Who cares about government. She wanted someone to make her napkin roses.

She walked into the classroom and sat in her usual seat in front of the blonde snob and the cute artist boy. He was always drawing something and he was very good at it. She always looked forward to when he let her look through his sketchbook. He should work for Disney or something. He also had gorgeous green eyes and smelled of laundry detergent. While the teacher took attendance she looked at the boy next to her. He was new at school. He was very thoughtful, not too cute but not ugly either, and overly keen. Everyday he brought her something to win her over. Today it was folded napkin roses. Lame. Sure it was a nice effort and all but she wanted someone who was interesting, not just nice. But she’ll enjoy the attention anyways. Behind her sat the girl who often flicked her hair at people and constantly smelled of lotion. She was one of the popular girls but she hardly smiled. Which didn’t make sense. The girl wished she also had blonde wavy hair and dubbed ‘Goldilocks’ by her peers. At best her hair was like Pippi Longstocking’s, red and kept in pig tails.

A few hours later in the day when the lunch bell rang, and after lunch was had, the student body gathered in the hallway. “Pippi” always sat on the floor next to the girl’s restroom and “Goldilocks” sat by the window surrounded by her circle of friends. At a random moment the two girls made eye contact. Pippi quickly looked down as Goldilocks gave a sympathetic smile. Poor girl, so alone. So sad. She should be happy. Pippi looked up and thought, poor girl, she looks so sad, but she should be happy.

(photo found on flickr)


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