1.4.13- Double Trouble

Double Trouble
By Helen Devine

I sat against the hard brick wall of my school, silently reading the book I had picked out yesterday. It was the first day of school, and everything seemed fresh and new. My teacher, Mrs. Katy, seemed nice when I had met her at the Open House. I looked around excitedly. I hadn't met my class yet, because it was the morning and we still had to wait to be let into the school. 'I wonder who's in my class!' I thought with curiosity. All around me swirled the cheerful conversation of the other kids.
"Hey, pass me that ball!" I looked up. Looming over me was a girl I knew I didn't want to get mixed up with. Everything she wore was bubblegum pink, and her earrings and hair were polished to a shine. Her hands were on her hips and she didn't look happy. 'Uh oh,' I thought. 'Why me?!'
"Uh, hi..." I said awkwardly. "Who are you...?" She looked shocked that I had asked, as if I was supposed to already know! She flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder as another girl came up behind her. This girl was the absolute clone of the blond girl, except her hair was shoulder length and a deep black. Setting her hand on Blond Girl's shoulder, she answered the question herself.
"Uh, this is obviously Anna. And I'm Hanna! We have matching names!" In unison, the two girls looked at each other and then back at me.
"What's your name?" Anna asked in a mean voice. I looked at my shoes, not pink like theirs, but a normal black Converse.
"Uh... well..." For some reason, whenever Anna or Hanna's questions were directed at me, I just couldn't answer them. There was something about her, as if she gave off a simply MEAN glow.
Hanna stared at me and tapped her foot. Looking at her pink plastic Hello Kitty watch. I knew she meant for me to hurry up, but not in a nice way.
"My name's Ashley. I'm in Mrs. Katy's class. She's nice." I silently prayed that these girls weren't in my class.
To my surprise the two girls looked at me accusingly. Hanna stepped forward as if she was going to say something harsh to me, but Anna held her back. When Hanna stepped behind her, Anna looked at me and released her anger. On me.