Day 2
"I need you to come straight home after school, you start volunteering today." Her mom said as Clarke finished descending the stairs.
"I don't know if it'll be straight but okay."
"Clarke!" She bit her lip to keep herself from giggling out loud, turning to her mother with a small smile on her face.
"It's not like there's any reason for me to go anywhere after school. I don't have any friends, remember?"
"And you'll never have any if you keep that attitude."
"True. I didn't want prison inmates for friends anyways."
"Clarke I swear to-"
"Bye!" She slammed the door shut behind her and collapsed against the door. "Dear lord let me get through this day." She mumbled, pulling her bag up and walking to school.
She was not going to get through the day.
"Well what do we have here? If it ain't Clarke, the girl who doesn't know when to shut up!" She looked up from her spot against the lockers and groaned.
"That insult was so terrible I think you gave me cancer." She kept a blank face despite wanting to laugh at how quickly Raven got mad.
"You best watch your-"
"If the next word is mouth, I'm going to hang myself at how predictable you are." The girl next to Raven snorted, immediately going back to an 'intimidating' look. Clarke rolled her eyes and hide her journal under her bag.
"Raven, Octavia, what's going on?"
Rule 3: No crushes
I know what you're thinking, Finn. 'You can't help who you fall in love with.' But as of right now, and with everything that's happened, having a crush is not a good idea. Neither is dating, but that's a different rule for a reason we will get to later on.
Clarke looked anywhere but at the girl who just showed up.
"Is this the girl you have been complaining about? Clarke?"
"No I'm the other obnoxious new girl she's complained about." She looked at the girl and gave a fake smile. "Hi."
"Raven was right when she said you were annoying."
"Should I be surprised that you are siding with her?" The bell rang and Clarke sprang up, grabbing her journal and smiling at the trio. "I'd love to stay and chat- wait actually no I wouldn't. See you in class Rae!"
Even though she was slightly concerned that her lip would bleed if she bit it any harder, Clarke knew it was best not to laugh at how loudly Raven was cursing at her. She wasn't afraid, she was just concerned that the nurse would be as good as a prison Doctor, and if Raven was going to hurt her she would prefer to have someone capable of putting a band-aid on a paper cut.
She could hear Raven still cursing by the time she entered her first period class. She sighed, realizing how long the day was going to be.
She definitely won't survive.
.
She knew her mother was going to yell at her for leaving the door open, so Clarke figured she could at least try and relax for a minute before the yelling started.
"Clarke!"
Needless to say, Clarke did not get a minute of relaxation.
"Yes Mother dearest?"
"I am so done with you- just go take a shower. We leave in an hour."
"If you're done with me then why don't you just leave me in a weird alleyway or something?"
"You don't think I've tried? One time I even left you at a park but no you wouldn't stay there. Now go get ready!"
Half an hour later ( and half a shampoo bottle) Clarke was shifting uncomfortably next to her mother as they arrived at the hospital.
"I still don't see why I have to be here. The only thing I get to do is wear scrubs and entertain old people."
"Stop complaining! You are getting on my last nerve!"
"You've been saying that for six years!"
"Get out of the car!" Clarke laughed as she jumped out, watching her mother grumble as she led them into the hospital.
Day 2
Volunteering wasn't that bad.
At least this time around my scrubs were the right size.
But I was kind of distracted the whole time so I guess I didn't really get much done.
At lunchtoday Raven and the girl I am amusing to be Octavia approached me and 'accidentally' managed to dump my trey- which was about a foot away from me on a table- onto the floor. Lucky me I was able to jump out of the way in time (not really luck, it was just obvious) to not have the imitation spaghetti dumped into my lap.
I still don't know the name of the other girl, which I'm actually grateful for. If I know her name it'll be harder to follow rule three.
I don't know how I'm going to survive, Finn.
I just hope I do.
See ya.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot. I met a girl around my age while I was volunteering. She's pretty cool, but she hasn't told me her name (which I guess is fair enough, I didn't bother to tell her mine). There's something off about her though... I just don't know how to describe it.