Vignette 3

Cecelia walked down the corridor to her next class. She couldn’t help notice the stares she was getting. She looked at the guy with the spiky hair and olive eyes on her right leaning against the wall. He immediately looked away as if she was the reincarnation of Medusa. A bit down the corridor she noticed a firm built guy, probably on the rugby team and instead of looking away after being caught looking, he stared menacingly back. This time she was the one who lowered her head and evaded his gaze. She was supposed to be used to it by now. The stares, the confusing looks of disdain. But no matter if she was at her old school in the bad side of town with all the gangsters and illiterate teachers, or here at this posh school with teachers who wore designer brands and kids who had purses instead of backpacks, she would always be looked upon as strange and not quite fitting in. Maybe that’s why she had never had real friends before. She had some girls smile at her before, but the next day something would change and they’d ignore her just like the rest. She was especially looked down upon by guys. She didn’t dress like all the flimsy girls they wanted, she didn’t give out like them and she wasn’t interested in looking pretty and acting dumb. If that was what it took to get a guy’s attention, then she would rather stay without it. But she couldn’t help feel lonely sometimes.

It was the third period, which was life science. Cecelia didn’t despise the subject but she didn’t like the fact that it went so personal. A lot of times they were forced to talk about themselves. But she was quite shocked when she realised that at this posh school the conversation was about those they called “them”.
”I think they should keep to their side,” one girl with complete pink attire said with her arms crossed. She looked too tall for the desk she was sitting in.
A lot of kids started mumbling in agreement. Cecelia couldn’t help feel outraged.
“Cecelia, she heard her voice. What is your opinion on this,” the teacher asked.
Everyone waited and she felt like sinking into the desk. She knew they would hate her forever for what she was about to say.
“Sir, I believe the government should build that school. Why can’t kids from the so called “lower areas” go to the same school as the rich people?”
There was silence and even the teacher looked taken aback.
“Well maybe if they started acting like us, they could,” she heard a voice say behind her.
She turned around and saw an average size guy looking her straight in the face. He pushed away his blonde brown hair and there was a sparkle in his blue eyes.
“And how do they act?” she asked.
“You’re the one who’s friends with them, you tell me,” he said.
People started laughing and the guys high fived each other.
“Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean your poop doesn’t stink,” she spat out.
Everyone was quiet.
“You’re just like,” she made quotation marks with her hands
“ ‘Them’ if you like it or not. Your mother is related to them and so are you.”
His face was red of anger and his eyes bolted. She was afraid he would stand up and shake her, but she didn’t show it.
The teacher cleaned his throat.
“Thank you Cecelia, Joseph. Well, uhm, we’ll leave this discussion for today. Thank you for everyone’s co-operation. You may go.”
She was afraid people would give her evil stares and talk about her but as she heard their conversations it was all about rugby, gym, hot guys and America’s Top Model. When the blue eyed guy passed his stare threw her off balance. She had never seen such hate in anyone’s eyes.
She stood up to walk. Served him right. If he thought he was better than others then it was about time he was brought down to her level.

This is a short scene fiction story told by Olivia Kay.

What is Scene fiction?
It consists of writing one scene that tells enough to convey a story and inspires the reader to dream up what happens next.

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