The Task

CHAPTER ONE

JACKIE POV

"Here are your class schedules and the school's map, just in case you get lost."

The office lady handed me useless pieces of sheets.

"Here is the school's regulations and expectations of students."

She handed me another piece of crap and didn't bother to flash a smile to the new kid.

"The locker number and combination is on the same sheet as your class schedules," she said with no tone in her voice and a bland stare.

"Thanks," I say as I turn to find my locker.

I walk through halls and finally saw my locker. I test out the locker combinations and fortunately it worked.

"Oh my god, did you hear about how Lydia got wasted and made out with another girl from another highschool?"

I hear a squeaky LG speak and I quickly turn my head to look at the girl.

"Everyone has heard that already. Don't you know that when Lydia is drunk, she only kisses girls? She acts like shes straight, but what if she's just an undercover lesbian?" Her friend explains.

"No way! Where'd you hear this from?" The squeaky girl's eyes widen.

"From Maya Dragovic." The friend responds.

"Maya is like Lydia's best friend. Obviously this is true."

I turn my head back towards the locker. There were so many thoughts running in my head. Is it really the Lydia I know? ...No it cant be. There can't only be one Lydia in this town.

I push that name to the back of my head and continue on with my life. I scan my class schedule sheet.

I walk to the recycling bin and threw the papers in. As I walked to my first class, I walk past the cafeteria. A gut feeling told me to go back.

I turned and walked back. I looked around and there was nothing to look at. Just a bunch of students waiting for class to start.

"Lydia! I still don't get why you don't want to give me your phone number." A deep male British accent voice said.

I dart my eyes to this "Lydia".

This girl's back was towards me. She had medium length ash brown hair. She wore a grey knit crop top with boyfriend jeans and black shell toes.

I remember the last time I saw my Lydia, she wore an orange camp tee with red shorts.

She was next to this long haired blonde that wore a small ass crop top and leggings. Of course, she had the basic Adidas superstar. I would call them stupidstars because I don't get why they are so popular.

The boy was the African American with the British accent. He had a haircut with long coils on the top of his head and a "fade" cut on the side. He also wore an oversized hoodie with skinny jeans.

I watch them as they all talk and smile at each other. Is this ... my Lydia?

The bell rings and I walk ahead to my first class. I introduce myself to the teacher and she gives me the seat at the back.

I walk to the back and take my seat. I lean back in my seat and observe every student as they come in.

The same girl from the cafeteria walks in. I stare at her and I slightly smile.

She's the one. She is the Lydia I know.

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LYDIA POV