You Don't Impress Me Much

You Don't Impress Me Much Chapter 2

 “And then Jackie busted the piñata full of guacamole all over Beth McCullen’s dress that her parents brought her back from Argentina!” Margaret was saying as I walked up to her and her friends at lunch. Claire and the gothic girl, whose name I now know is Avery, were laughing extremely hard and there was another girl sitting at their table, the red head from the announcements.

 “That would suck royally!” Erica laughed.

 “It would, and not only did her parents ground her but,” Margaret turned around and spotted me sitting next to Claire. “Oh hey Amanda,” she then turned to Erica. “Erica, this is Amanda Christianson, she’s new. Amanda this is Erica Winston, student body president and co-founder of Wake up Woodpeckers.”

 “Nice to meet you.” I smiled as Erica extended her hand.

“You too, I am so glad that you are fitting in nicely. There are too many new students that wonder the halls with no one to talk to!” Erica ranted.

 “She is also obsessed with the social lives of the entire student body.” Avery laughed.

 “As student body president it is my duty to make sure that all students have a pleasant high school experience!”

 “What about the vice president, don’t they have to help out with things.” I asked.

 “Well, usually. But not when you are stuck with Troy Clark as your vice president.” She sulked. I remembered the guy that was on the announcements with her.

 “There is nothing wrong with Troy!” Claire said defensively.

 “Honey, yes, the boy is cute but he does absolutely nothing. You, and I and everyone else knows that he only got elected because he promised to build bike jumps out back.”

 While they continued to bicker, Avery turned to me and rolled her eyes.

 “Claire has had a crush on Troy for three years now. Erica hates him, and it’s really funny because they are best friends and agree on almost everything, except for that one particular subject.”

 “He is kind of cute, but I understand Erica’s frustration. He kind of reminds me of my brother.” I explained.

 “How old is your brother?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow.

 “He’s twenty one and is studying law out in Alberta. He has had over two dozen girl friends and I must admit, he’s not ugly, but he is so annoying! His personality ruins his looks.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

 “Well at least you have an older brother. Mine is thirteen but he acts like he’s two. My mom goes out a lot and I have to watch him every time she does. I never used to dress like this.” I looked her over. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a ruby red corset over top and a flowing black lace skirt that just touched her ankles. Her black bangs hid her right eye but her left one was caked in black eyeliner that camouflaged her pretty hazel eyes.

 “What caused you to change?” I asked.

 “When my dad died, my mom started going out every other night. When she finally gets home, she’s either a little or a lot drunk. The next morning Julian would be as hyper as ever and I would get in trouble for not controlling him. So I started dressing like this. Now Julian is scared of me and my mom just stays in her room all day.”

 "I’m sorry, that must be difficult.”  I said sympathetically.

 “It was, but you get used to it I guess.” She sighed and looked over at her friends. “The main reason I’m still here is because Erica and Marggy were so nice to me when I was in my little depression state. They get a bit annoying at times but they are probably the best friend you could ever have.”