Chapter 1
My hips sway to the beat of a unsung melody as I walk to my locker.
I guess you could say I’m average, if you consider big thighs, wide hips average. I mean, I consider myself average. I’m like everyone else, right? I have friends, I play sports, I get good grades. What makes me so different from everyone else?
I sigh, it’s always been like this though.
Everywhere I go, eyes and words follow.
Closing my locker door I head to first period. First period was always math. For all the years, I've been in school, Math goes first. I have none I really know in that class, seeing how I was put into advanced classes since I was to be graduating this year. I know, a sophomore grading with a bunch of low life seniors. It’s sad really, only been at this school for two years and already being ahead.
Walking into Math class ,or Advance Calculus as I know it as, the room was half empty. Taking a seat in the back, I take out a graphing 5 by 5 spiral purple notebook and a purple lead pencil. Positioning my desk so my notebook is in the middle and the pencil is to the right of the notebook. I have OCD or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, as this disorder differs mine is more that everything has a proper place for it. Everything has a home…
The bell rings, pulling me from my thoughts. Placing my phone on the table, I pull out my headphones, and plug them into my phone. Opening Pandora, I put on my Math class playlist, which includes songs like, Countdown by Beyonce and Migraine by twenty-one pilots, just as the teacher walks through the door, just like he always does at 8:30.
