Trea rushed through the hall, glancing at the signs as she passed. Where was the lunch room!? The school could not be that big! Then she saw it, a big sign over double doors “lunch room.”
She bounded down the hall but was stopped as she toppled over a young man, and landed on the floor.
“Ow!” she yelped as she hit the ground landing on her bottom. She brushed her hair out of her face, tucking her green streak behind her ear. The guy she had run into was staring at her like he had never seen a girl before.
Trea suddenly realized that she had knocked into him. “Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to knock into you; I just got lost and finally saw the sign for the lunchroom and wanted to hurry and get something to eat before it was over—“
She broke off when the lunchroom door slammed against the wall as a dark girl with a red streak in her hair stalked out. She spared a side look at Trea and the strange boy on the ground then kept stalking down the hall where she entered room and disappeared. This girl obviously did not have too many friends, she was to silent, Trea could tell that much just by looking at her. Dark hair, dark clothes, red streak. This girl stayed away from people.
“Who’s she?” Trea asked the boy.
“Ranna.” He said with a touch of longing, that no one but Trea would have noticed. “Don’t bother trying to be her friend. She’s not the type.” He said that as if he were trying to warn her, but even though Trea caught subtle hints of longing, she missed the outright warning of danger.
“Nonsense,” Trea smiled as she stood and offered her hand to the young man, who ignored it and stood up on his own.
“Everyone is the friend type.” She continued. “Someone just has to be brave enough to be pesky. I’m Treasa by the way. Not Teresa, Treasa. Trea for short. You know like that thing in the front of the school, the big one with lots of shade—“
She broke off as the boy turned and almost ran away. He obviously needed some friends too, or maybe he just didn’t like her.
Oh well, she walked into the lunch room and got her lunch, then looked around for a spot to sit. There was an empty table to her right, but she waltzed right past it and sat down next to a group of people.
They all looked up surprised. Trea smiled. “Hey guys, My name is Treasa. Well, actually I go by Trea. You know like an actual tree? Well anyway, just call me Trea. Who are you guys?” She stuffed some bread in her mouth and began to chew as she looked up expectantly.
The teens looked at each other then smiled at her.
“I’m Will,” the boy closest to her said, “And this is Layla, Ethan, Magenta, and Zach. Oh and Warren is over getting some lunch.”
Trea followed his finger and turned to see the boy she had run into earlier. “Warren? So he does have friends…”
“What?” Will asked, clearly confused.
Trea looked back to him, “Oh… sorry I was just debating on whether he didn’t have friends or just didn’t like me! Looks like he just does not like me, guess I will have to change that!” She smiled and then got up and walked out of the Lunch room.
The room turned out to be the Library. Trea looked around and saw her, what was her name? Ranna. Trea smiled, walked up to her table and set her books down across from Ranna and sat down.
“Hey,” she whispered rather loudly, “I’m Trea! Well actually my name is Treasa, not Teresa, Treasa, but I like to go by Trea so you can just—“
“Are you finished?” Ranna asked, rather monotone as she flipped between pages in a book and then wrote something down.
Trea leaned back in her chair. “Well now that you mention it, I don’t think I am. Did you know I have never been to a school before? I actually have never even seen this many people in one place before! You know, people take other people for granted, it is really hard to find a true friend especially when there are so many people out there who just want to hurt you. For instance, I can bet you $10 you really wish you could use your powers on me right now, but we both know that if you did… it will be Isolation for both of us, and there is no way I am ending up in there on my first day!”
“If you don’t stop talking now, there won’t even be any ashes of you left to put in the isolation room.” Ranna said this all very quietly, still not looking up from her notes.
Trea smiled wider, well at least she was talking. “Ah, so you are a flamer… cool! You know I knew a flamer once, he was a hot head, he couldn’t even control it! But you know… I…am gonna stop now.” Ranna had glanced up from her notes and the phrase “if looks could kill” ran through Trea’s mind.
Ranna went back to her note taking, and Trea stood up. “Well, I will see you later, Ranna! Maybe at the rooming assignments!”
