3 Meeting My Enemy

I eventually found my way to the reception after a long time of roaming around the school. As I stepped into the office building, somehow someone thought that there should be different buildings for where the principal and staff hang out. I mean, it's not my money they're wasting, this is a rich school after all. I felt a breeze blow on me that came from the air con and it gave me chills, I don't understand how they could stay in this low temperature for 7 hours a day. Probably cold blooded, yeah that makes way more sense. I look around the room and nod in approval, it was clean and pretty. The room was decorated with pots filled with plants and was painted with white and maroon. Didn't my uncle-slash-principal have that same color? Is it a principal trend now?

"Hello.", the lady behind the reception table greeted, with a toothy smile. "Hi! I'm Skye, I came to get my papers and locker code." I introduced with the same positive mood of the woman. She has dark skin, brown-black eyes and a large afro. She had let her hair band go half way on her head, keeping the front down, then her hair puffed up at the end. A true African queen. I always admired them, they always were so nice to be around. Then you get me, shades away from her colour. Light skin that made me look like I'm Hispanic, when in fact I'm just mixed. My dad has the same situation. My hair, a dark brown color and wavy and my eyes hazel.

She chuckled. "Oh yes, I noticed your arrival. I saw that little stunt you pulled out there. You should have seen the look on Ms. Brandy! Her face was so red, it's like she was tomato sauce!" She laughed harder as she recalled the incident. I think I like this lady! Her laugh filled the once quiet office and I even found myself laughing along as I heard her snort. She didn't care that she snorted and laughed harder at the sound of it.

When our laughter died down, she wiped a tear from her cheek and shook her head, typing on her computer to get me my information. "So love, what's your last name?"

"Oh, Prescott. Skye Prescott."

She stopped typing on her keyboard and froze. "THE Skye Prescott? As in daughter of William Prescott?" I looked at her sceptical. "Yes, that's my surname. I am the daughter of William Prescott."

Why was she acting all weird now? "Oh dear." She muttered to herself and carried on typing. "What? What's wrong with being related to my father?" I ask, feeling insulted.

She raised her arms as if she was being held at gun point, "Oh don't worry about me, I love our father's work, he is very impressive on his field, but you might want to avoid Ms. Brandy for the entire year. It is your last year of high school correct?"

I nod, "Yeah, but why should I avoid her?"

She looked around as if she was saying something confidential, she waved her finger towards her indicating for me to come closer. I leaned in to listen as she spoke. "You didn't hear it from me, but Ms. Brandy goes through phases when your father is mentioned." She said awkwardly. "What do you mean?" She cleared her throat.

"Well, your dad has dated Ms. Brandy when they were younger. She won't shut up about it. She's bitter about the break up, but never fails to remind us that they were childhood sweethearts." She said, adding an eye roll at the last part. I cringed at the information.

She nodded as she saw my reaction, "Yeah. So try not to sound too happy around her. She still thinks that she would be married to him if it weren't for your, and I quote "Greedy, slimy, manipulative witch" of a mother."

The information was really disturbing. Ew, my dad and principal going at it? Dad really dodged a bullet here. Kudos to him. She was too strict to be my mother

We shared jokes as she waited for the computer system to pick out everything I needed. I told her all about how I got here, my reason and what drove me to do it. Milk. That's the only reason I'm stuck here. It was enjoyable talking to her. We were both laughing and talking loudly, forgetting what I was doing there anyway.

She gave me my schedule, the keys to my dorm, told me the parking space for my non-existent car and the code of my locker. As I made my way out, I heard her call for me, "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to come to me. You are such entertainment compared to these snobby rude rich kids." I gave her a thumbs up with a smile and left the office.

I walked down the passage of the first floor of the school. I couldn't even get a chance to get a glance of some people because that's when the bell rang, signalling the beginning of the school day. Everyone was making their way to go to their next class, few taking their time and most not moving at all. Everybody seemed so bored and uninterested of what was displayed for the rest of the day, as they stayed in their cliché cliques. It was as if somebody told them that the WiFi is out for a while. And then you get this little brown girl, me, happily walking in the middle of the passage.

When I thought that I was already bored, I saw a face that made my heart drop.

That made me want to cry.

That made me feel complete!

There stood my best friend in the entire universe standing in the middle of the passage. She came to visit me. This girl knew for sure that I was about to blow up in a new stuck up school and she came to visit me. That right there? That's, friendship.

She looked confused as where she should look for me. "Anna!" I screamed loudly for her to hear me. My heart overjoyed to see my best friend. She looked at me and opened her mouth in excitement as she spotted me.

We began running to each other to hug the most epic galactic hug ever, but I was stopped by someone cutting in front of me. Well, not someone but instead two people. It was Ms. Brandy along with a young girl that looked like she was on her way for a swim, seeing as how short her clothes were.

I halt from my rush to my friend, almost knocking the 2 that wanted to interrupt. The features of the 2 were similar. They both had stern looks and kept their chins tilted up to show intimidation. As if I would ever be afraid of them. Hold on while I gag. Ms. Brandy had light brown hair and the girl, my age seemed to have a dirty blonde. Even though the hair colors weren't the same, you could tell by Ms. Brandy's limited blonde hair strands that she has just lost her blond hair.

"Hello Skye, I would like you to meet my daughter, Reena." The principal introduced and Reena, the girl beside her tilted her head pursed her lips, judging me.

Oh honey, you should be happy I'm not judging you.