Life in the Friend Zone

The Friend Zone is a real place. It is like a cross between a boarding school and a hospital. And Dakota Fenway knows it all too well. She entered the friend zone for the first time when she was in fourth grade. She is one of the only girls. The Friend Zone is a mind set, not a physical place. It connects all the minds together who are in the friend zone and you stay there until you break away from the friend. You are told no one has ever broken through the friend zone into something more because it would upset the balance. Dakota has entered in the friend zone once again during her senior year two weeks before prom. She is determined to get her friend Harry Warren to see her as more then a good friend. And no one, not even the Heads of Fate, are going to stop her. Watch as she jumps between the real world and Friend Zone and adds her own sarcastic touch.


6. Joining the High School Breakfast Club

    I stepped off the bus, knowing that I knew one person at this school: Damon. What a wonderful way to kick off the year. Plus I had a horrible day last night in the Friend Zone:
    "We are washing off these drawings now Dakota!" Brenda yelled, holding a water hose. I jumped in front of the wall, trying desperately to protect my precious doodles. 
    "Over my dead body Barbara-I mean-Brenda!" I exclaimed, turning my my head to the side dramatically and pretending to cry.
    "Dakota, you can't really want these, right?" Brenda said, trying to negotiate with me desperately. 
    "I spent quality time on those drawings! They took me like, four hours of boredom, EACH!" I protested. 
    "If you don't move I will be obligated to use force." Brenda said, getting ready to switch on the hose. 
    "You wouldn't dare!" I yelled, causing some nurses to come by the door.
    "I certainly would, Dakota. Now, move." she said calmly. 
    "No!" I said happily. 
    "Your decision my child." she said and switched on the hose soaking me through in cold water. But she kept going. 
    "Hey!" I yelled while she sprayed. "Dude, I think I get it!" I yelled before I got a mouthful of water. "BRENDA!" I yelled and she calmly switched off the hose. 
    "Sorry, Dakota. That was, as you would say, 'Totally uncalled for'. I guess I may have overdone it a little." 
    "Ya think? Do you have pent up emotion with me?" I said, wiping water off my face. 
    "Yes, but my contract says I am not allowed to reveal it in a physically damaging ways. 
    "Physically damaging? You just blasted me with a hose!" I exclaimed. 
    "Dakota just dry yourself off. Fresh clothes will be given to you in a minute." 
    Despite the fact that I had been soaked and now knew the least amount of people in the history of Jefferson High School, I sighed and got off the bus. My brother Weston didn't even acknowledge my existence. I guess, him being a junior, he was too cool to talk to me. I quickly shoved my hoodie in my backpack, realizing how hot it was. I felt bad for the kids at Agatha's. They had to wear blazers no matter what the weather was. Even in my t-shirt and jean shorts, I was already piling my hair in a high ponytail. I laughed as girls fretted about how sweating was already smearing their makeup. I don't get why girls wear makeup. I always felt like you couldn't rub your eye or touch your face without worrying the makeup had smeared. Plus I feel like my skin is suffocating. No makeup meant that I felt every gust of cold air today. 
    I ran into school to find my advisory. As soon as I walked in, I already saw who I hated. Three girls in a huddle with pounds of makeup making sure their shorts showed some of their butt, but not too much. I rolled my eyes and sat down. 
    "Can you tell yet?" a voice said next to me. I looked next to me to see a girl with jet black hair and pale white skin. She had five piercings on each ear and wore a snapback, ripped jeans, and a t-shirt that said 'I am Original' in graffiti lettering. 
    "Tell what?" I asked. 
    "Who those girls are going to be a part of." She replied, nodding towards the three girls. 
    "A duh, they'll like totally be friends with us! I mean we have soooo much in common." I said in a valley girl voice. The girl rolled her head back in laughter which revealed a set of shiny silver braces on her teeth. 
    "You must be Dakota." she said to me.
    "How do you know who I am?" I asked, confused.
    "Damon told me you were in Greenwich's advisory and I was too so he told me to look for a girl with tan skin and brown hair who made sarcastic jokes. You kind of fit the mold." she replied, looking me up and down. 
    "You know Damon?" I asked. 
    "Yeah, we are skate buddies. We met at the local skate park when he criticized that I couldn't skate as good as him. I beat him easily." she said. "Do you skate?" 
    "Me? No, I can't balance for my life." I said.
    "Oh, you're over-exaggerating." she said waving her hand at me. 
    "No, I'm not." 
    "Then what do you ride?" 
    "Segways." I said nonchalantly. "It's kind of how I met Damon."
    "What did you do?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. 
    "I may have hit him. He got pissed, but we made up and we hung out this summer. How come I never got to meet you?"
    "I was at music camp all summer. Do you play anything?"
    "I play the ukelele." 
    "Awesome! I play bass, drums, and vocals."     
    "That is awesome! So, what's your name?" I asked.
    "My name is Nova."
    "Cool! That is an awesome name!" 
    "Yeah, I get that a lot."
    "How are you wearing jeans?"
    "I  get cold easily." 
    We kept talking until advisory bell rang and she went to Theater and I went to Algebra 1. We waved goodbye.                                                                                
    I knew all about Algebra 1, but on my test day to pass it, I had gotten a cold halfway through the day and didn't want to miss the test, so I sat through wheezing and sneezing and only finished half the test in the amount of time allowed. And here I am in Level 2 Algebra 1. I groaned when I walked in.     
    "Bad mood, miss...?" the female teacher, who reminded me eerily of Brenda, said. 
    "Fenway. Dakota Fenway. And I am not supposed to be in this class." I said frantically. Maybe I should play the same game I did with Brenda. I collapsed on the floor. "I cannot be in this class Miss..." 
    "Calahan." she answered.
    "Miss Calahan! I am not supposed to be here." I let out fake sobs as the class chuckled. 
    "Miss Fenway?" the teacher said calmly. 
    "Yes?" I said, dramatically holding back a sob. 
    "You will be delighted to know that I do not tolerate this behavior in my class. Please see the principal." She quietly took two minutes to write out a slip to explain what I did. She handed me the slip. "Now go, please." 
    "Seriously?" I asked, "No warning? It's the first day!" 
    "Do not sass me, or I'll make sure to tell the principal to put you down for Saturday detention." she added.
    "Will it be like Breakfast Club?" I joked. Her face got red. 
    "Why don't you see for yourself this Saturday." she pulled out a red slip and wrote down something on it, then handed me the two slips to me.
    "I hope we don't go through this every day, Ms. Fenway." she said and turned to the class to introduce herself. I rolled my eyes and walked out to find the principal's office. I weaved through hallway after hallway before finally finding a double door that said PRINCIPAL on it. I pushed open the door to reveal the waiting room.
    The walls were painted brown and there were four chairs and a couch placed on on one side of the room. On the other side sat a young bleach blonde secretary witch half of her blouse buttons unbuttoned, revealing part of her lace bra. She had on tons of makeup and was hastily typing something on her computer while chomping on neon blue gum that was easily seen under her spray-tanned skin. Three kids were sitting in the chairs.
    "Ummm...hello?" I said, tapping the secretary's desk."I got sent down here by-" 
    "Do you have your slips?" she interrupted in annoyance. I lifted them up and she stuck her hand out. I put them in the palm of her hand and she placed them on her desk. "Just wait in one of the seats until your name is called..." she glanced at the slip, "Dakota." 
    "Okay..." I muttered under my breath. I sat down on the couch and pulled out my earbuds, blasting music into my ears. I nodded my head to the music. One kid would go in then ten minutes later they would come out and another would go in and so on. Then I was next. The kid came out and I pulled out my earbuds and wrapped them around my   iPod. The secretary got up and called my name. I got up and waltzed into the office to reveal a young man about 38 looking back at me. He grinned at me and I sat down.
    "'Sup Mr. Principle!" I said sitting down.
    "Hello, Dakota. So, please explain why you made a mockery of Ms. Calahan's class, as she out it here." he stated.
    "I just tried to make a joke. I pretended like one of those super-smart kids who isn't happy with their class placement and freaks out, trying to get out of it." I explained. 
    "And she warned you about Saturday detention?" he said, reading the slip.
    "Yeah then I said 'Would it be like Breakfast Club?' and she said 'Why don't you figure it out for yourself?' and wrote me for Saturday detention."
    "Ms. Fenway you must understand that Ms. Calahan has been teaching here a long time and does not encourage disrespectful behavior." the principle explained. I looked at the the name on his desk: Principle Bennison. 
    "Yeah, I know, but she was being a stickler!" I protested.
    "Ms. Fenway, please, just understand that this cannot happen again. Okay?" 
    "Yeah, I understand."
    "Good, now go get to class."
    I got up and left the office. My next class was Biology. I went through it and even though I had urges to make sarcastic remarks, I held them back. Soon it was lunch, and that was the one thing I was regretting the most. I walked into the cafeteria, not knowing where I would sit at all. God, high school really wasn't shaping up to be my cup of tea so far.



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