Outcast

Before parting ways, we agree to meet outside the building before lunch. My first two classes are too bad because Savannah's in both of them.

My third period dragged on forever. Biology wasn't the most exciting subject neither was German. When I was growing up, I wanted to teach English. I had a passion for writing at a young age. When I was eleven, I had entered a writing competition and came in second place. That triggered the beginning of my writing journey. Since then, all I wanted to do was improve my literacy skills. After enduring the last few weeks, I didn't have the mental capacity or patience to deal with kids. Granted, when my grandmother passed, I took a well-deserved sabbatical from the pages of my journal. I was slowly getting back into my routine and using my grief to express my emotions on paper. In a way, it was helping me heal.

Savannah and I meet outside the building. She hugs me when I reach her.

"Hey, girl. Sorry, I should've asked before...you know."

I shrug before my lips creep into a smirk. "It's cool."

A laugh seeps from her mouth before she wades her arm through mine. She pulls me to follow her.

She moans theatrically. "Come on, girl. I'm freaking starving."

We pad through the grass towards the Cafe building near the back of campus. A group of five glaring females watched us as we pass. They were standing against a massive tree between the Cafe building and Theatre Center. Savannah seems unfazed by the girls, but I catch them whispering when I glance back.

"Welcome to fucking hell." Savannah whispers next to me.

The cafeteria looks like a food court in some high-end mall. I peek at Savannah and watch her expression turn sour. I follow her into the lunch line and grab a tray from the lever.

My eyes lock on Savannah's back before I start filling my tray with food.

I hope this year flashes by so I can go as far away as I can..