Hello Nightmare...
High school...Every popular teen's dream and every reserved teen's worst nightmare. Everyone wants to be something in high school because if you're not... let's just say your life will never be peaceful and I think I'm proof solid enough to back that. I haven't had yet the best experience in high school and I know I probably never will but I don't regret being me. Me is weird and weird is good...right? I guess... I've always loved school but hated the people in it. Let's just say they never liked me either... Always calling me random names and bullying me, showed how much they detested me but I don't actually care.
Approaching the campus, I could hear bursts of laughter and could see people moving helter skelter doing whatever. Friends chattering non-stop, giggling and chuckling about random stuff, looking all happy and carefree. In fact, wherever you go, you see a friend group, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!!! I don't think I have any friends though... well I know I don't because I do everything solo -all by myself- and I don't think anyone actually wants to be friends with me. My life is sad... actually but I guess I've kind of gotten use to it.
I turned towards the entrance of the building, literally speed walking because I was late for class. Stepping into the building, all chatters and murmurs ceased and everyone just stopped whatever they were doing to look at me. They always do this whenever I'm around and for God knows what reason so I just kept my head bent and continued walking like I usually did. If you're wondering how that works for me... don't bother because I still get bullied in the end. The whispers and murmurs begin again when I neared my locker and at that moment, I knew I had to brace myself for what comes next.
"Hey Dork!" A high pitched voice slurred. I would recognize that voice even if I were asleep. To talk of the devil, Yara Kendricks -subjected by her minions Patricia Blaire and Carla Fernandez- yelled from the end of the hall approaching me. "Oh goodie!..." I murmured undertone. She's a tall blonde Australian with a body of a 'VOGUE MODEL.' She legit looks like she belongs on a magazine cover. Gosh! I've always wanted a figure like hers. With a figure like that, you can get any guy you wish to get. Her skin was so flawless, her face defined and her accent was TO DIE FOR! Very impressive. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders in light waves and her brown eyes showed nothing but pure hatred. I never like her anyways...
"Yara... Hi..." I said nonchalantly turning my attention back to the books in my locker. I had AP Chemistry this morning and I need to be in the best mood for that so I will be very grateful if she just leaves. I was taking out some books for my class completely ignoring her presence and that seemed to annoy her so she hit the books out of my hands making them fall onto the floor. Now that got my attention. "Hey! I was talking to you!" She continued talking, her voice laced with a little irritation. I looked up to see her perfectly round face garnished with a sinister smile and it annoyed the hell out of me. The fact that she doesn't get wrinkles from all that! "What do you want?" I asked completely indifferent about whatever her shenanigans may be. "I want you out!" She stated firmly, "The garbage truck is waiting outside for us to bring the litter out so I came to get you!" She added finishing her sentence and funny enough, it didn't intimidate me one bit. "I'm sorry but this litter's got to go to class so..." I picked up my books, dismissed the conversation, bumped into her while at it and headed to class.
The expression on her face was priceless! A smile found it's way onto my face as thought about it while walking to class and I felt so proud. The expression on my face changed as I entered the classroom. As expected, a moment of silence for me... total silence. Everyone just stared at me as I walked to my seat at the corner of the classroom. Some minutes passed and finally all attention was off of me. I sighed in relief as the class came back to it's normal state and people went back to doing whatever they were doing. I then took out my note book and stationary in order for me to revise the previous lessons we had during the last lessons. while I was at it, the class suddenly went berserk. completely distracted by the noise, I decided to look up to see the cause of all the needles commotion and to my not surprise, there he stood in all his arrogance, Tyler Stone.
Every teen girl's wet dream... or so I've been told... He's tall, probably 6"4. He has curly brown hair and grey eyes that could see directly through you. He also had freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose right onto his cheeks... it gave him a childish look. He was masculine... so masculine. Every girl in Wellerman High wanted him. Even I used to want him... I used to put letters and chocolates in his locker every Valentine's day but he always threw them in the trash. I used to cheer for him at every game in the bleachers and even offered him refreshments after but he always turned them down in a disgusted manner. He never noticed me! I must say I was very desperate then because I even cried myself to sleep every night because of him but now I'm over him and it feels so good. He wiggled his way through to sit beside me yet I completely ignored him. I wanted to change seats but then the teacher,Mr Monte, walked in shortly after. "Good day students!" He hollered from his desk, putting down his bag. The class responded respectfully. "Shall we begin?"...
