Tuesday, February 1st, 2011 at
9:55 am
“Hayley Foraday, please report to the principal’s office. Hayley Foraday, please report to the principal’s office.”
Hayley sighed, rolled her eyes, and flipped her curled-to-perfection blonde hair. Her sparkly, emerald eyes shined under bright, fluorescent lights. Upon her lips, her matte red lipstick parted slightly, revealing straight, white, never-needed-braces teeth. Amber rose blush was the perfect essential to her perfect face. Hayley’s Maybelline Colossal Mascara made her lashes look fuller and flirtier. Clinique eyeliner added a touch of indication of her bad girl side. And to top it all, off she wore light, delicate string-bean silver earrings. Very expensive ones, for that matter.
That was just her face. She looked like a model, putting books in her locker, while wearing a BCBG Sleeveless Scoop Neck Tank Top and dark wash True Religion skinny jeans. She was the most popular girl at the all-girls boarding school C. A. Taclysmic Academy.
You could understand why her best friend, Chloe Briggame, felt so underdressed in her Juicy Couture Love Rose Velour Tracksuit and high brunette ponytail.
“Ugghh. What did you do this time?” grumbled Chloe as she stuffed her history book in her oversize white Coach bag, the one she used as a backpack.
“I don’t know,” whispered-shouted Hayley as she applied more blush. “But whatever it is, I guarantee you, I’ll get out of it.” She slammed her locker door shut. Then opened it again, once she realized she forgot her pre-algebra book again. Or rather her cell phone, which she hid in her pre-algebra book.
Chloe looked at Hayley. “Ditching detention and litter-pick-up for ice cream then calling your rich daddy to give the school a generous donation to let you off the hook is NAWT taking care of it.” Chloe might be popular and fashionable, but she was definitely a stickler for homework and rules.
“For me, it is.” She checked her reflection in her Envy Touch.
“Hayley Foraday, please report to the principal’s office… NOW! I spilled my coffee! OH, CRA-“
The line went dead. Hayley raised an eyebrow at how stupid the school secretary was for cutting the intercom off for too long again.
“Better go. Don’t want double detention,” Hayley fast-walked away.
“For something you didn’t do!” Hayley could practically see Chloe smirking as she walked off in the opposite direction.
Hayley gulped. She knew what was going on. She just didn’t want to believe it.
The halls were clear in less than thirty seconds after warning bell rang. As she approached Dr. Fimbleton’s office, the chicken caesear salad and penne pasta she had had for lunch came back up her throat. Well, at least she thought it did.
Hayley faced Dr. Fimbleton’s office, nervous. Not because her principal was mean, but because she knew what was coming next. Even if Mother Theresa told her the startling news it wouldn’t sound un-weird. The sound of click-clacking heels against the polished school floor echoed in Hayley’s ears on the other side of the door. Hayley thought she might faint. What was that smell??? Relief washed over Hayley’s insides once she realized what the smell was. It was a mixture of “eucalyptus leaves and Chinese bellflower” as Miss Perdy, the secretary, explained when someone always asks what the smell was. Her disgusting, nauseating perfume. Ecchh.
The smell was getting stronger and stronger. Miss Perdy was getting closer to the door. Inhale….and exhale Hayley calmed herself. They knew she was here. A hand gripped the doorknob on the other side. It was time.
***
The office door opened quicker than a blink of an eye, causing Hayley to blink from the wind and a giddy curl to flip over her shoulder.
“Hi HayHay!!!” Miss Perdy-or Miss Perky as the students called her because of her perky attitude- squealed. She waved her hand quickly. Her back was straight and she was calling the students by the nicknames she had made up for them. She was in a good mood, and she was very much awake, as always. Surprising, since apparently she “spilled her coffee”.
“Hi.” Hayley examined her French manicure.
“I saw you standing there behind the door, why didn’t you just open it?” she questioned as she lead Hayley into the office.
“Um, I had to tie a shoelace,” Hayley stammered. Miss Perdy snickered at Hayley’s Marc Jacobs flats.
Hayley didn’t like Miss Perdy. No one did. Reason number one, she had “cute” little nicknames for everyone (hence HayHay and for Chloe, “Chlover”). Number two; she pinched students’ cheeks like they were pre-schoolers (once she pinched Hayley’s cheek, which ruined her blush and left nail imprints on her cheek for a week). Number three; her creepy attitude. Number four: she was a total fake. She’d had plastic surgery on her whole body (it was pretty visible) and her too-blonde hair was originally poo-brown. She disgusted Hayley.
Once they were at the office, Miss Perdy’s high-pitched voice said, “Dr. Fimbleton will see you now.” And then she left.
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