Forester High School,
Forester High School
Greatest school in all the land
Forester High School,
Loyal now thy people stand
Although strong may be thy rivals
They cannot withstand our might
For we all shall be defenders of thy navy, gold and white
GO SEA LIONS!
The daily morning announcements cheer, blasted over the speakers throughout the classrooms and halls, as kids went from their friends and lockers, to their first class of the day. It was Monday, the beginning of the second week of school. This coming Friday night, was the first football game of the season, so it was spirit week, at old Forester High, today was an 80's theme. Tomorrow was PJ day, and the homecoming parade, featuring the school's marching band, cheerleaders, and sports teams. Of course the coronation of a Homecoming Queen and King to. Homecoming lasted the whole week, and the whole town got in on it, from spirit week, the parade, pep rallies, The burning of the rival teams school banner, the homecoming dance after the game, prank day, and the football teams crazy ass after party at the lake. Everyone got a bit more nuts then they already were.
Sylvia took one last drag of her cigarette, then put it out in the dirt under her boot. She was under the bleachers, where Owen and her normally hung-out, but he was not here today, seeing as he always boycotted spirit week. Sylvia had taken up smoking at the beginning of the summer, during the middle of the custody battle that lasted most of the summer. Now she was finally living at her Aunts place for good, with Roger and their cat Boomer. Aunt Aggie's house was on about three acres, its blue peeling paint, and mismatched shutters were so much better then the rusty ass mobile home she had been living in with their mother Ruth. She had been excited to start school this year, first year of high school and all that jazz, but it was showing to be exactly like middle school, just with even more ignorant, immature, people running about. At least school was a place to go, so you didn't have to go home. Not that she had anything to complain about anymore, Aggie was a good person, spent most of her time drinking tea, and watching her soaps, or the cooking channel. Aggie was her mothers Aunt, and only living relative that would have anything to do with Ruth.
She was grateful that Aggie took her out of her mothers house, but it didn't change the fact that Sylvia hated her life, and had no idea how to change it. She never let her past get the best of her, at least she tried to. Sylvia would never play the victim, or the pitiful little girl, she didn't cry about it, or talk about what happened to her, ever. She didn't want revenge, she didn't hate her mother. She just wanted all of that to go away, but for some stupid reason, she couldn't stop the insomnia, the fact she was afraid of the dark, or that romantic movies and people kissing in the hall made her feel sick. She didn't want guys looking at her like they looked at the cheerleaders, so she chopped all of her long hair off in the 5th grade and started wearing long sleeve even during the hot the summers, much to her mothers dismay. She was not afraid of the male species, just the aspect of romance, dating, and sex that came with them.
She could hear the final bell ring signaling the official school day had began ten minutes ago. Might as well skip first period today, US history is not very appealing, I think their just tallying who showed up in 80s duds, and voting for homecoming court. God, how dumb. Sylvia thought to herself as she walked up the steps to the top of the bleachers to lay down. She didn't get much sleep last night, not that that was different then any other night. It was early September, but the weather was still like summer time. She lied there, looking up at the cloudless blue sky. She didn't dress up for the 80s theme day, she was wearing what she normally wore. Her outfits normally consisted of was, a dark pair of pants, one of her many button up collared shirts, with one of her many pullover sweaters, over the top of her shirt, and of course her black leather knock-off Oxfords boots. She didn't wear make-up or do anything with her hair but brush it, unlike most of the girls at the school. Not that all the girls in the school were vain fashionistas, but they cared about their appearance, even the goths kids who claimed the didn't care, put a lot off effort into there image.
Deena was in her homeroom, dressed in neon pink tights, her brothers leather jacket, and her mothers old prom dress from the early 80s. She had spent an hour on her hair, crimping it, teasing it, and even adding some cheap purple hair extensions. She was going for a Madonna slash Cyndi Lauper look, which she nailed perfectly. Her first hour geometry class was being spent chatting with her friends Ally, Peter, and Madison, about the drama clubs contribution to the parade tomorrow, and who they were voting for for homecoming Queen. It had to be a senior girl, and everyone knew it would end up being Tiffany Ives, or Allison Peterson. Both cheerleaders, both popular, and both pining for the crown since birth. Deena was voting Corrine Lovelace though, Corrine was popular enough in her opinion, and way nicer then the two other girls. Tommy Freeman was the quarterback so of course he was a shoe-in for king. Classes all this week were pretty much pointless, everyone even teachers were just pumping themselves up for Fridays game.
Deena was planing on going dress shopping tonight with her friends, seeing her dress from last year was somehow lost in the move to the new apartment in the middle of town. She missed her old house out near Douglas Farm, but living in town was a lot more convenient for her moms job at the bank. Sadly she had no date for the dance. She didn't really have a crush on anyone at the moment, but she still thought it would have been nice to not go alone, sure all her friends were coming, but they all had there own dates.