Brit - 1
The new Guy

Jessica Fatherland blond, big boobs, prom queen and everyone’s idol, she’s definitely not me,” Move!” She has great people skills, and everyone respects her for that.

In a sea of people, I’m the person you’d see behind her, “Excuse me…” the one nobody ever notices, “Hurry up Brit!”

Yes, that’s me, Brittany Murphy, and for the next five seconds you’d completely forget my name. I weight about 200 pounds, with thick curly hair and crossed eye brows.

Ok, I over exaggerated a bit, I don’t have thick curly hair and crossed eye brows, but you get the point, I’m not your pretty girl.

“Brit?! What on earth?!” Jessica and I aren’t really friends, it’s a love hate thing between us, she hates me, but like they say, beautiful girls always, ALWAYS keeps an ugly side kick.

And I actually find my self lucky to have such an aggressive hero.

“Damn it people, let her through!!” Just then there, I thought I fainted, and I was right, “You okay Brit?”

Slapping me, yes, she slaps me, I jolt back into reality “Girl, you fainted on me!” Raising an eye brow she stomps her left heel, it was exactly the shoe I wanted which I told her about, she has this amusement of seeing me in pain.

“Were gonna be late hideous!” she’s a bitch, but I like things as they are.

With her beside me, or the other way around, no one notices me, for I’m always just the shadow of the great Jessica Fatherland. “Yes sorry about that Jess.”

I was actually laying lifeless on the school corridors, and no one gives a damn, I really am invisible, but then he came a long. “Is she alright?”
Hearing a guys voice I kept my eyes closed and just laid there, and waited for that voice to vanish “Why isn’t she standing up?”

But something’s wrong, Jessica is not talking back, is she gone, did she leave me here? But who is this voice talking to, or referring to, did I die.

Moving a finger it confirmed I’m alive, “Uhm, she’s okay, she’s just weird that way. Anyway, walk me to my next class?”

That bitch!! She’s actually flirting at my moment of need, oh wait, I’m not really in need, but you get the point.

“I don’t think it’s normal for someone to just lay on the floor like this.” Awww, his too cute, if only he was a puppy, then we’d live happily ever after.

But I prefer to stay invisible so, wait, someone’s lifting me, “Oh my, put her down, I’m sure she’ll be better off on the floor than being… carried like that.”

Oh my God… He is carrying me, and I couldn’t grow more lifeless than I already am, I feel like I’m on cloud nine, wait I’m not supposed to be liking this, I’m supposed to be in panic, people might stare, maybe I should open an eye.

NO way, people are staring, how tall is he anyway, six, six-two something, I feel like I’m lacking oxygen here.

Just like that my initial reaction was, “Put me down! Put me down!”

I was kicking and screaming like a little girl being forced to see a dentist, I think I accidentally pulled some of his hair out too, “OK, putting you down now.”

What a gentle man he was, I think I’m in love, if only here were a puppy.

So he placed me down, but I still had my eyes shut, “So, I’m Jessica by the way, I noticed your new here, you want a tour?”

Stealing the spotlight once more, Jessica moves, but everyone’s attention was focused on me, “You okay now?”

The impossible happened that day, the day everyone saw me before Jessica Fatherland.

I could almost imagine Jessica green eyeing me, I bet she’s jealous to the gut, I bet she wants to drag me away and, “Brit, lets go!”

My timing was perfect, I knew she’d drag me away at that point, she’d want the attention back all to her self.

I really like her, were perfect for each other in some sense, she wants attention and I hate it, we both have nothing to do with each other, but still we are each others only friends.

We grew up together, our parents hate each other though, mainly cause of discrimination and other stuff, but we ended up being neighbors, so we had to had to get along.

“The nerve right?” sitting down on her sit, chatting me I was still speechless with what just occurred, I mean it’s the most romantic thing in my life, since my Mom met dad, and you know, things happen when boy meets girl.

Anyway it’s heart threatening, my heart could be in serious danger.

“I mean carrying the poor you in front of all those people, who does he think he is.”

I know exactly what she’s saying from what she is not, she’s deceitful, and that’s why were friends.

Because I am to, in someway, were also each others mirrors.

“Earth to Brit, are you still with us?”

I was gonna answer her but Prof. Andrew just walked in, that’s his real name, but he wants us to call him Sam, so we indeed call him Sam.

He looks like Julia Roberts with a bad nose job, plus he is a guy, but I’m not really sure about his sexual preference, sometimes he looks like Heath Ledger, but then comes days like this, when he looks like Julia.

Sam is my favorite Professor, mainly cause he/she knows how to make an entrance, plus I love his/her weird fashion sense, its always a must see.

Every single day, new clothes, I bet he/she has different underwear’s he can’t show as well.

No repeats for him/her, there was this one time that he/she came to school with green hair, he/she looked hot on that velvet coat and tight leather jeans, I had numerous fantasies of us walking into a room filled with a packed crowd, kissing and doing other stuff I cant dictate, but that’s just once, I have no idea what I was thinking back then, just because of those tight leather jeans I grew wild.

Anyway, he’s/she’s back for a new school year, I guess they couldn’t get rid of him/her.

“Ok class, we have a new student who would be joining us this school year.”

I always have bad luck when it’s the first day of classes, when I was a fresh man, a year ago to be precise, there was a new student who transferred, he was as thin as a lizard, and was sited in front of me, he was tall, thin, wore glasses and had more pimples than skin.

The weird thing is he farted a lot, I wonder where he got all those unwanted farts.

That was last year, lucky for me were not at the same class anymore, but shoot, this year the vacant seat is beside me again, what should I do?

Not again, this is not happening to me, please God, let there be another vacant seat.

“Ok, here’s our new Student Craig Heartnetted.”

Its strange how his last name sounded, it sounds like an invented last name.

Looking over at him, he looked like your typical hot jock Jessica dates and drops for a week.

Boring if you ask me, I prefer lizard boy and Leather Jeans Sam more than jocks who think they’re so cool, like look at me, I’m a big jerk with all my foot ball friends.

“Oh my God, its him.”

Him? Like who him?

“Him?” I asked in all confusion, how many him could there be in this girls life, I mean, they get longer by the second.

“aww, hun, not another one of your exes?”

Well it seems like it, she looks deeply annoyed and distressed, most of her exes follow her around like a lost puppy, and they really are lost, they come from all different and strange places.

Sometimes, I even wonder how she picks them up, and then just drops them when she’s done with them.

“No silly, he’s the guy who picked you up Hideous”

Him? A jock?

He was actually sweet and caring, and not Jessica’s ex?


I must be in the twilight zone, this is too good to be true, come to think of it, I almost forgot that the vacant seat is right beside me no ****ing way, NO!

I wouldn’t seat next to him, I refuse the attention.

“Switch with me!”

Asking for a favor, Jessica saves me, hurry, save me my hero, I’m your loyal side kick.

But shoot, he already saw me, I cant move, I’m like a frozen Brit popsicle, kinda like the fake paralyzed one earlier this day.

“This seat taken?”

He was such a gentleman indeed, “It depends on what seat you’re referring too”

Jessica and her flirting, its unbelievable where this girl gets all her strength.

“Sorry I’m late!”

But! NO, heck NO!

“Ohh… it seems like there’s a mistake.”

What on earth is lizard boy doing here?

“Hey Brit, how was your vacation?”

He was talking to me like were friends, and quite frankly I’m to sick of his farting and pimple popping to even think about my vacation which I wanna have again.

“looks like Mr. Heartnetted is on the wrong class after all”

I love Sam, but why does this things always happen to me? I’m always the one with a vacant seat beside me, I guess it has something to do with my invisibility.

“Sorry girls” Sam loves teasing the girls, mainly cause I think he has this middle aged man frustration for love and sexuality, but still cute non the less.

Leather Sam, please seat Lizard boy to the class next door.

At least now I know the name of the boy who stole Jessica’s spot light, the one who carried the other girl and ignored THE girl.

Craig Heartnetted…


Looks like this year’s gonna be a huge pain…

Chapter 2
The other girl (Craig)

I’ve been around Dale View for just a week now, and Dale View High is just as worst. “Class I bring to you Craig Heartnetted”

I thought I was on the right class at first, but it turned out I wasn’t, and now I’m here with Prof…

What was his name again?

“Nice to meet you all”

It doesn’t matter, I would figure it out anyway, its always like this, new places, new people, and hopefully, this is the last place I’ll end up at.

“Take a seat Mr. Heartnetted”

I find it strange why they pronounce my last name like that, I wonder if its just an accent or an eye problem.

“Hi I’m Sarah, they call me Lust.” Offering her right hand I take it.

“Eww, don’t touch her, oh I’m Jill, they call me Envy.”

What a strange class, who are this people anyway, but it looks like I have to know them.

“So, what do we call you? What’s your greatest sin?”

What was that?

“Pardon?”

Did they just ask what my greatest sin is, looks can really be deceiving I mean, they look like normal girls, maybe a little depressing, but yeah normal non the less.

“We just think names are over rated, we should be called what ever we want to be called.”

Sarah was thin, with deep dark eyes and long blond hair. Her nails were long and black, and with the looks of it, it seems like she likes stripes, sweets and voodoo dolls.

“Yeah. And what better name to call your self than a sin, right? Its ironic, and I’m loving it.” Jill was a big girl about five nine in height, she has short pink spiky hair and has red and black striped nail polish, she makes me feel safe and unsafe both at the same time, I think she has an obsession with metal objects.

Skulls, daggers, chains, piercing, drugs and hard music, are some words to describe Jill. In my perspective I mean, as for her Sarah, shy flirtatious sweet, petite and cute.

“Half the school thinks of us as freaks. But the other half, my favorite half, fears us” saying that Jill was laughing almost too unbearable for a normal humans auditory senses, if you know what I mean.

“My Sister is just kidding you know, we just wanna get through the day most times to be honest.”

If only Sarah wasn’t too depressing for me, I’d definitely like a girl like her, but did she just say sister?

“Sister? You mean you’re related?”

It’s too good to be true, they look nothing like each other, and sisters?

“Twins, we were born connected to each other, but I guess our parents did something to separate us.”

Sadistic, she didn’t have to say they were connected.

“Wanna see the surgery stitches, it still shows”

“I’ll pass.”

No really, I don’t wanna see, I think I said that in the nicest manner ever, I hope she doesn’t get offended, but yeah.

“It’s your lost, boy.”

Jill, she gives me the creeps, “Envy, stop creeping him out”

But Sarah’s just as sweet, “I’m sorry about that Mister”

Yep, sweet, sweet Sarah, I might actually like her, no, I cant, I can almost imagine her twin spending everyday with us.

No thanks, I’ll pass.

“OK, enough Chit-chat, lets start class.”

Oh damn, I forgot to ask what this prof’s name is, he kinda looks like, that dude from some board game though.

“Mr. Monopoly Sure is strict”

Jill was scratching her butt and I caught it on act. AcKk, it was dreadful, but that’s right!

“Monopoly! That’s it!”

I think I said it too loud, that even prof was looking, but they just went on with their lives.

“What’s wrong? Prof. Monopoly, Monopoly is his last name”

“Like seriously his last name?”

“Yeah”
The twins replied to my demand in perfect unison, Prof Monopoly eh?

It’s too interesting to avoid the fact that he does look like that dude on monopoly, I used to play it a lot when I was younger, how can I forget that dude.

The classes went on and on till break time, the twins just vanished so quickly leaving me behind.

I guess they’re not baby sitting me after all, it would be to bothersome for others and for me anyway, like what would they call me.

I don’t really have an image, but I have that look see, tall and easily noticeable, girls just cling to me like magnets on the refrigerator.

I don’t like that aspect much, they mistake me for someone else, I’m not that type of guy, I’m not…

“Hey sweetie, miss me already?”

Not another one, wait, it’s that girl from the other class, and earlier today as well, “What do you want?”

I was avoiding conversation and eye contact, girls like her…. what ever her name is. Are the dangerous kind, ones I avoid.


Ones that has a big sign written all over them, but everyone disregards them.

Biohazard, caution, toxic or poisonous, people should really read signs; it’s all this girl is sending out.

“Harsh words for a newbie in town, how’s your stay so far?”

I can read through her lines, I’m not buying her lets be friends gig, but she is pretty, but that’s not the case here.

“Why are you talking to me?”
“I’m just trying to make sure that you are on the right clique.”
“I don’t do clique’s”
“Don’t play hard to get, you’ll see us at the center of the cafeteria, meet you there?”

Grabbing her call card from her cleavage she gives it to me and walks away. Just a gesture that suggests she really is head girl on campus.

What have I done to deserve her?

Did I do something wrong? She wouldn’t naturally cling around a someone like me.

The girl who fainted earlier this day is still tailing her, short, unruly hair and kinda chubby, she’s supposed to be my seatmate, but I guess not in this life time.


What was her name again? I should really get my head checked, I find it hard remembering names.

“Hey Craig, why was Jessica talking to you?”

OH NO, Jill found me

“We met earlier today, when I was sent at the wrong class”
“ugh, enough about her, you do lunch?”

Who would pass a lunch with the twins? Everyone I guess, but it’s them or Jessica, so it seemed, that’s her name.

“Sure, what’s served?”
“Pretty much everything is served here.”
“Great, I’m building a hunger here”

Looks like this day is gonna get longer than it already is, I wonder if I made the right decision not to sit with Jessica and her crew.