Counterfeit Chemistry

It was nearly time. Only a minute sat on the clock before it hit 3 - the end of school. I scooped up my papers and shoved them carelessly into my binder. It was Friday, and honestly, nothing felt more glorious. The bell rang, and I stayed where I was, waiting for the pack of 'kids' charging toward the door to clear. Once the way opened up, I got to my feet, gave the teacher a tired wave, and dragged myself into the dreary halls. School was its own kind of nightmare, especially when I had to survive it alone. I opened my locker and turned to the little mirror on the door, inspecting myself. My brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, leaving my face fully exposed. Two brown doe eyes looked back at me, and I let out a heavy sigh at how little effort I'd put into my appearance that morning. "Keep staring if you want, but it won't fix your face," a voice mocked from behind me. I spun around and found myself face to face with Brynn Mercer, the girl who had been tormenting me since she learned how to speak in full sentences. Her blonde hair spilled neatly down her back and framed her narrow jaw. Today she had on a sheer blouse and dark blue jeans that showed off her curvy legs. She looked like some Mediterranean goddess. "What are you looking at?" she snapped, chuckling under her breath. "You're such a little mouse."