Rocks in my shoes, stones in my pockets
Lost and confused, cold and forgotten
Yeah, that’s me
I try to look alive but I’m half asleepInteracted With: Hoodie Girl
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There was always a certain creeping nervousness that came with new experiences and while Nicoletta was not new to school, she WAS new to high school and that carried expectations and with it nerves. Middle school was simple. Smaller. Less crowded. You didn't always see the same faces for four straight years. Homework was done in an hour. High school, though, this was the kind of shit they made movies about. The awkward teenage days of just trying to survive. And if there was one thing Nicoletta Soriano was, it was kind of awkward. But behind the nervousness was a small hinting of something...more. Something exciting. It was easy to be afraid. But excited? This was like a new journey, a new experience. A period of discovery and growth; high school was about more than just homework and prom and Friday night lights.
Nicoletta just hoped she wouldn't waste this chance.
Because that's what it was, really. A chance for her to develop into someone she could be happy to look at in the mirror. As the bushy brown haired girl looked in the mirror this morning, who she saw looking back was the current Nicoletta, the Nicoletta she didn't want to be at the end of the school year, much less the one she wanted to be at the end of senior year - as far away as that seemed at the moment. And while the first step in change might well be a new wardrobe, Nicoletta still fell back on the fashions she rocked all through the summer. Jeans. Vans. Black tee. To the right eyes she looked like some sort of skater kid, but honestly she was just going with what brought her comfort.
Years of being quiet through middle school had turned Nicoletta into a master of the blend in. No one seemed to notice her arrival at school, which was good, and no one seemed to notice her on the bleachers either which could go either way - bad or good. It was good because she didn't have to risk embarassing herself with those awkward introductory speeches they had at orientation, but it was bad because she kind of wanted to be noticed. She kind of wanted to be the person that could chat up people, make friends, make connections, be fucking honest with herself.
Instead Nicoletta found herself sitting next to a girl in a hooded sweatshirt, a potential kindred spirit in the 'lazy fashion' department, and not really listening to the words from the principal. It all seemed a bit much, the carnival - but if it meant a day delay in hitting the books then who was she to complain. As the speech wound down, Nicoletta sighed to herself. It was the first day, right? First day, first step in making a change...she had to start...all she had to do was a simple greeting. Easy. Who knew where it could lead.
"Uh...h-hey..." Nicoletta spoke, rather softly, knowing full well she wasn't being addressed at all.
"You...you a...Freshman too?" What a terrible question, of course she was, wasn't this the Freshman section? School hadn't even started and she was making a fool of herself.
"Gonna be a...a...cool year, yeah? I'm...I'm uh....Nicoletta...Soriano..." At least she got her name out. Even if they didn't respond...it was something.
She said "Nothing man, it's stolen"
Punk rock girl you look so wild
There was an absence in the bleachers that went unnoticed only because those in attendance hadn't been smart enough to be on the lookout. If they had, one of them might've had the thought to ask a simple question. "Where's Cass?" Of course, Cass Rowley hadn't yet made her high school debut, but after slumming it in middle school and junior high with her brown hair and general positive vibes, there was a lingering question of who would recognize her now. Cass woke up that morning, fed her Dead Fishmen, and didn't bother hopping in the shower. She took one like three days ago, it's fine. Her attire was like something out of a parent's worst nightmare. A rather short skirt with ripped tights underneath, a half-top white shirt with the word "FUCK" plastered on it (how long before she was asked to change was the game she wanted to play) and boots that were made for walking and stomping, of which she would do both.
But the most unusual feature, to any who had any familiarity with Cass Rowley before summer break, was her hair was a bleached blonde and messy, sticking to her forehead in a rather egregious case of bedhead.
And just where was the new, improved, rude and lewd punker Cass while the Freshman and students got their little principal speech?
"This shit's FUCKIN RIGGED!" Cass, popgun in hand, scowled at one of the game tents. The fact that there was a carnival was a bit odd, but Cass wasn't complaining. She almost considered ditching - it was the first day, who gave a shit? But hell, if high school first days involved shitty pop up carnivals then maybe the next four years wouldn't be a total shitshow.
The gametent was, at present, unmanned but Cass just wanted to try her hand anyway. It was a popgun. All she had to do was shoot the bottles, but the little cork just plunked off to the ground. And that was infuriating.
"Fuck this." Cass, after missing yet another shot, just stepped inside the tent, to where the staff would facilitate the game. She grabbed one of the bottles, making sure it wasn't glued to the counter - it wasn't - but her annoyance took over and she tossed the bottle to the ground, smashing it into shards.
"Looks like I won a prize." Snickering to herself, Cass yanked one of the prizes off the hanging display - a stuffed animal probably meant to be won for someone else. But just one prize seemed a bit...weak, so Cass also saw fit to take a balloon in the shape of the school mascot. She didn't have any Bengal pride or anything, but in for a penny in for a pound.
At the earliest possible chance she was going to offload the prize on someone, but until then, Cass was already enjoying herself at the little carnival while students were only starting to trickle in.
Welcome to high school.
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