I didn't mean to! I swear!

Above is Crash's dreaded uniform as well as her dont care messy bun.

Chapter nine...: I GET LOST

Bright sunshine woke me up. At least that's what I wanted to say happened. Truth be told, there was no sunshine, not today.

Thick grey clouds ringed the morning sky and soupy mist playfully drifted around engulfing the still sleepy campus. Sleepy for now at least.

It was Monday morning and soon the collective alarms of every student on campus would be undoubtedly buzzing. Mine was yet to go off but the ominous crack of thunder had woken me up.

What a great way to start school, with a possible thunder storm.

Quietly I crawled out from under the sheets I had somehow wrapped around myself in the night. With slow deliberate steps I collected my bathroom bag and everything I would need to shower.

I kept up the quite act until I was out the door. Then I just loped over to the showers.

Fifteen glorious minutes later I was clean and in my school skirt and a cami. The button down was in my room ready for later and my socks and shoes with it.

When I got back I hastily caught my hair in a high pony. But the bloody thing was so curly that it refused to be tamed. Giving up I popped it all together into a semblance of a very very messy bun.

Skipping the make up entirely I plopped back onto my bed and messaged my mother.

I got a reply back within minutes and soon we were typing away to each other.

I hardly noticed my roommate get up and leave to shower, not did I notice when he returned quite a while later. Showered sure but covered in lipstick marks.

To be truthful the only thing that did successfully catch my attention was the shouting match going on outside.

Two girls by the sound of it were arguing terribly over a boy.

"He is mine Verona we went out just last night. So get your grubby hands off him."

"In your dreams he was with me last night." The second screamed back.

Two places at once...well I now knew this guy was either Hermione Granger. Or these two were just undoubtedly daft. The second one had quite a ring to it in my own opinion.

I attempted ignoring them as I slipped on my school blouse and shoes, eventually landing myself in front of the mirror struggling with the tie.

"HE IS MINE JEMMA STOP BEING SUCH A COW!" there was a sound like a sack of potatoes falling and then shrieks.

"IM THE COW AM I? HOW HE STANDS YOUR FACE I WILL FOREVER WONDER." Followed by more shrieking and the occasional shrill cuss.

Still ignoring them I tried the knot again. Bloody thing....it looked a bit like a mangled sausage, or perhaps a very deformed pyramid. But it was the best I could do now, especially since classes woukd start soon.

"Alright ladies break it up." A much older much more exasperated voice groaned. "Again Miss Renner really another one..." and then a very disgruntled. "MISS ABERTOUT DID YOU JUST SCRATCH ME!"

That just mildly got interesting.

Mildly...I'd like to see the excuse that can confound that.

"TO THE HEAD'S OFFICE WITH BOTH OF YOU! NO MANNER OF YOUR FATHERS WAILING WILL GET YOU OUT OF THIS ONE MISS RENNER I ASSURE YOU....AND YES MISS ABERTOUT I AM AWARE WHO YOUR AUNT IS..." this of course got fainter as the group left the corridor.

By the time I peaked out I was surprised to see that not a single person was milling about. The hallway looked deserted. Perhaps this was such a usual event that it had become the norm.

It certainly seemed like it because when I asked a pair of girls if they found anything off about the morning they drowned me on weather complaints and such.

Shocked I hurried off to my first class, English. The time table clearly said that it was in room 127 but no matter how hard I searched I couldn't find a trace of any 120's at all. By the time I tracked down the correct building class was half over.

"Gracing us with your presence I see Miss Ryder. As I am sure you are aware class begin nearly twenty minutes ago and unless a student caught alight and you were the only one present competent enough to assist them I am not tolerating your behaviour." She paused as if for effect. "Well should I be aware of any spontaneous student combustion?"

I swallowed and stared her in the eye. She was a severe looking woman with brown grey hair scraped so tightly into a bun that her eyebrows seemed to have rose. Her brown eyes were steely and challenged me to make an excuse. All together that and her grim set lips made me terrified. She was like a modern English teaching McGonagall minus the wand.

"Well Miss Ryder. We haven't all day?"

"Not to my knowledge mam." I said.

I wasn't quiet or defiant...I just was and this she took as a reason to press deeper.

"Well if there was no fire what us your excuse, alien abduction."

"Nothing as spectacular as that mam. I was simply unable to find my way here."

This seemed to shock her. She stated at me for a minute before chuckling.

"In all my years I have heard everything from corridor kidnappings to hypnotic hydrangeas in the garden. But never in my fifteen years has anyone used lost." She shook with laughter. "Poodles and puddles and pens with exploding ink but lost. Well take your seat then and perhaps next time try to find a map Miss Ryder."

After that match with Mrs. Yuri in English the rest of the day paled. The math teacher and phys-ed coach were both out for the day. And hardly any one else paid me much attention. But the students in my English class had began whispering about the girl who was lost to Mrs Yuri's.

Lunch was a quite affair with Nicole who was content in retelling me Verona and Jemma both whom were still in the office. Quite the little gossip but she was kind, a rare commodity in this school.

By the end of the day I was so knackered that I barely changed out of my uniform before collapsing onto my bed, but my drama were filled with shrieking cows and a laughing Mrs Yuri both of whom continued to chase me down corridors as I ran to Art.

Perhaps next time I would write to mum about getting some sleeping pills.

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