smile that trumped his arrogance. And with that said, she and Britney pushed past the jock and made their way to the cafeteria.
Oh, the cafeteria. If there was one thing that would take her mind off Jason and his conceit, surely it would be food!
The pair made their way down a single flight of stairs, through a few unexciting hallways, and into a modest cafeteria. Even though Kenna was from a much larger school, she knew the significance of lunch hour in any high school.
Lunch was when everyone was free to split off into their cliques. In Florida, there were several social circles. There were the jocks, the preps, the bullies, the druggies, the geeks, the farmers, the rich kids, and too many more to list. But here, there were only ten tables, and if you weren’t apart of one of the few groups, you were an obvious outcast.
From what Kenna could make of it, there was a popular table for both boys and girls for each of the three grades having lunch. There was also a farmer’s table and a few others that she couldn’t quite define by their sitters’ appearances.
As she and Britney grabbed their plates, Kenna couldn’t help but to ask, “So where do you usually sit?”
The smiling lunch ladies proceeded to fill the girls’ plates as they chatted. “I used to sit at the end of Chelsea’s table. But I need a change of scenery. You in?”
Kenna felt a smile set upon her face. “Let’s do it.”
With that, the pair proceeded to sit on a half empty table whose other residents were a few kind-hearted outcasts.
“I’d rather sit here then listen to Chelsea’s gossip any day,” Britney commented. “I can only imagine what the witch is talking about right now.”
With that said, they turned to eye the plastic blond. As it just so happened, the popular girl was staring back at them and pointing. Her pointing quickly changed as she wrapped her hands around her throat to mock drown. Clearly, she was laughing about Kenna’s not-so-funny near death experience with the rest of the girls on the table.
Kenna rolled her eyes and shrugged off the girl’s prodding.
“Told you I can’t stand her,” Britney mentioned. “Like I said, I try to keep my distance.”
Though Kenna longed to be confrontational, for the moment, she agreed that Chelsea wasn’t worth her effort. And she hoped it would stay that way. And it did at least of the rest of the day.
Kenna felt a mixture of irritation and optimism when she thought about how her first day and first week of school had gone. No, it hadn’t been perfect, but it was much better than what she’d experienced in Florida. Britney had quickly become her best friend, and an actual friend.
She hadn’t been fake or forced or any of that. Instead, she’d been helpful and kind. Sure, Britney was a bit pushy about some things, but everyone had to have some kind of flaw, Kenna figured.
The girl rolled over again in her bed and began to ponder upon another of the recent happenings.
Her first date with Jon Colewell.
A smile came to her face at just the thought of his name.
Sunday.
Except not really a sun-day. Instead, clouds protected the winter from the sun’s shining rays. Though really it looked more like one cloud, one giant grayish white mass that seemed to stretch from horizon to horizon with no gaps, no holes, like a giant impenetrable shield.
And then there was the ice.
Ice.
So much ice.
Clearly an ice storm had passed through the night before and had coated every little thing with its clear, frozen expulsions. Kenna was quite pleased with the sight as she made her way to where she’d be meeting Jon.
Every tree, every branch, every cherry that still clung to its crippling twig was covered in the solid water. To the girl, it was almost like time stood still as she marched on, doing her best not to slip on the way of course. Not a living thing moved. Not a living thing breathed like they were afraid that the tiniest of movement might shatter their enchanted, icy
Oh, the cafeteria. If there was one thing that would take her mind off Jason and his conceit, surely it would be food!
The pair made their way down a single flight of stairs, through a few unexciting hallways, and into a modest cafeteria. Even though Kenna was from a much larger school, she knew the significance of lunch hour in any high school.
Lunch was when everyone was free to split off into their cliques. In Florida, there were several social circles. There were the jocks, the preps, the bullies, the druggies, the geeks, the farmers, the rich kids, and too many more to list. But here, there were only ten tables, and if you weren’t apart of one of the few groups, you were an obvious outcast.
From what Kenna could make of it, there was a popular table for both boys and girls for each of the three grades having lunch. There was also a farmer’s table and a few others that she couldn’t quite define by their sitters’ appearances.
As she and Britney grabbed their plates, Kenna couldn’t help but to ask, “So where do you usually sit?”
The smiling lunch ladies proceeded to fill the girls’ plates as they chatted. “I used to sit at the end of Chelsea’s table. But I need a change of scenery. You in?”
Kenna felt a smile set upon her face. “Let’s do it.”
With that, the pair proceeded to sit on a half empty table whose other residents were a few kind-hearted outcasts.
“I’d rather sit here then listen to Chelsea’s gossip any day,” Britney commented. “I can only imagine what the witch is talking about right now.”
With that said, they turned to eye the plastic blond. As it just so happened, the popular girl was staring back at them and pointing. Her pointing quickly changed as she wrapped her hands around her throat to mock drown. Clearly, she was laughing about Kenna’s not-so-funny near death experience with the rest of the girls on the table.
Kenna rolled her eyes and shrugged off the girl’s prodding.
“Told you I can’t stand her,” Britney mentioned. “Like I said, I try to keep my distance.”
Though Kenna longed to be confrontational, for the moment, she agreed that Chelsea wasn’t worth her effort. And she hoped it would stay that way. And it did at least of the rest of the day.
Kenna felt a mixture of irritation and optimism when she thought about how her first day and first week of school had gone. No, it hadn’t been perfect, but it was much better than what she’d experienced in Florida. Britney had quickly become her best friend, and an actual friend.
She hadn’t been fake or forced or any of that. Instead, she’d been helpful and kind. Sure, Britney was a bit pushy about some things, but everyone had to have some kind of flaw, Kenna figured.
The girl rolled over again in her bed and began to ponder upon another of the recent happenings.
Her first date with Jon Colewell.
A smile came to her face at just the thought of his name.
Sunday.
Except not really a sun-day. Instead, clouds protected the winter from the sun’s shining rays. Though really it looked more like one cloud, one giant grayish white mass that seemed to stretch from horizon to horizon with no gaps, no holes, like a giant impenetrable shield.
And then there was the ice.
Ice.
So much ice.
Clearly an ice storm had passed through the night before and had coated every little thing with its clear, frozen expulsions. Kenna was quite pleased with the sight as she made her way to where she’d be meeting Jon.
Every tree, every branch, every cherry that still clung to its crippling twig was covered in the solid water. To the girl, it was almost like time stood still as she marched on, doing her best not to slip on the way of course. Not a living thing moved. Not a living thing breathed like they were afraid that the tiniest of movement might shatter their enchanted, icy
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