Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

Hailee scanned the note narrowing her eyes. She certainly didn't like the sound of that. However, she wasn't really that afraid--she planned to toe the line like no one else before. Plus, truth be told, she was a born tight-rope walker, she could bend the rules just enough to annoy the hell out of everyone but not get punished. Usually. As the bell rang she thought briefly of stopping Allan and talking to him, trying to get more of an idea of what he meant--along with hopefully finding someone to sit with at lunch. The fact that it was closed campus made her eye twitch she was never very good with the whole cafeteria scene. But once he was out of the door he more or less booked it and the crowding student body made it difficult for her eyes to keep track of him. However, she noted the scene between him and Greg and gritted her teeth. She instantly disliked him. Setting aside the fact that Greg looked like a grade-A douche bag, he acted like one too. But it wasn't as if she had a lot to go off of. As far as she knew, Allan was a serial killer who ate babies, so she shouldn't be making too many judgements as to who disliked him. Though...Greg was lucky he didn't hit Allan, cause she drew the line at that. If she witnessed anything like that, poor Greg would have a broken face and her boot so far up his ass that he would be choking on it. Regardless though, she turned and began making her way to the gym...she thought. It wasn't as if this place was astronomically huge or anything, but it was new to her, and admittedly, her sense of direction was so broken that she was lucky she could tell which way was up sometimes. She ended up walking to the west end of the school before she got to getting directions, and a map, from a kind office lady. Walking back, she sighed and walked into the gym, preparing for the worst. She hated gym. And it wasn't because she wasn't athletic, nor was it because she wasn't competitive. Years stuck on survival mode gave her that. It was the fact that she never grew out of the middle-school anxiety of having to change and shower in front of others. Of course, her tattoos in this environment just made it worse. People were always awkward naked, but let alone when they actually had something the look at. Although she was five minutes late, she talked to the coach, getting her P.E. uniform black shorts and a white tshirt and got a freebie and a dirty look for the day. As she walked into the locker room she felt eyes on her as she walked to her assigned locker, opening it and slowly taking off her clothing. As she pulled off her shirt she winced, remembering her red phoenix tattoo on her left side. She quickly put on her gym shirt and dressed as fast as she could. she locked up her belongings as tight as she could and avoided the stares and whispers that were most certainly about her as she followed the crowd out. You are going to hell, I hope you know that. A particularly snarky voice state to her left as she walked out. Abigail Williams was, how do you say, the image of the stereotypical self-righteous bitch. She had long blond hair, pulled into a pony-tail for gym class, and big bright blue eyes that were narrowed as she stared at Hailee over her nose. I don't know how you got into this school, but I wouldn't get comfortable if I were you. Sweetie, if you were me, you would be out of the training bras by now. Hailee said, trying not to sound defensive. Don't you have shit to do? Don't you have to prepare for the rapture or something? Abigail sneered. Well, let me put it into perspective for you, She hissed flicking her head, We aren't amused by your little get-up. We have no place for a filthy whore like you, okay? But because I'm a Christian, unlike you, She looked pointedly to Hailee's necklace, all I can do is pray for you to repent. But until then, I would appreciate if you didn't flaunt your filthy sinful ways to everyone, okay? She tried to sound sweet, making the whole statement just three times more bitchy. And, just so you know, your homosexual agenda doesn't work around here, and if you try anything...funny, I'll tell my boyfriend. Homosexual agenda? Hailee questioned, thoroughly confused. Since when did wearing pants make a girl gay? Everyone saw how you hit on Leanne. It was absolutely disgusting you dyke. You better not cause any trouble though, cause I will make your life a living hell if I have to, to keep my school clean from your kind. She spat walking away. Hailee just laughed. Dear lord, if that was what it took to 'hit' on someone, she wanted to see what the dances at this school were like. Probably like board meetings. Jesus. Don't worry princess, you and your kind are already fulfilling that particular wish. By the way, you look really cute. You wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend would you? She laughed walking down to the track as the coach blew his whistle. It was going to be one long ass period...