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Another day of school, another chance for the others to make fun of me. Before you ask; no, school isn’t my favorite place to be. The other kids have practically given up on me, not that I blame them for it. I’m not really a people’s person, just in case you haven’t noticed.
Two years ago I came here from… Indiana, I think. I’m not sure though, it doesn’t really matter. Anyway, ever since I’m here, I haven’t exactly had a good time. It’s been hard to stay myself, without throwing myself off a cliff, a very tall building or something in that direction. I think you get the idea by now and if you don’t, this book might be too hard for you, or too depressing, your choice.
Anyway, like I was saying, I was getting ready for school. My clothes lay on my bed already, I picked them out yesterday. They were simple skinny jeans and a long, dark-brown shirt. The brown I picked because I liked how it looked with my hair. That was about the only thing I actually liked about myself, it was very light, golden-blond and wavy. As soon as I had put on my clothes, I started brushing my hair and putting on my make-up. This took a lot of time, mostly because my hair could reach my waist. Applying make-up didn’t take that long, just about five minutes, maybe less. Smearing mascara on my eyelashes wasn’t all that hard. I was ready to go to school, not that I wanted to go or anything. The best reason to go to school, and not pretend to be sick or something like that, was that I had no desire whatsoever to stay at home, mostly because of my foster-parents. They usually left me alone, but when they didn’t… well, let’s just say it never ended well.
So I put on my coat and I was on my way to Parker High, a small high-school in Georgia, it was a little over thirty minutes driving from the house. Driving there was something I really liked, it always calmed me down. I guess it had something to do with the fact that it was just me, and no one wanting anything from me.
I already told you everyone had given up on me, and that they left me alone, mostly. Well, that’s not entirely true. There were quite a few guys who liked to hit on me, and not in the “just-asking-out” kind of way, they tried to win me over by making sexist comments, and acting arrogant all the time. But that’s not even the thing I hated most. The most annoying was that they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Partially because of that, I just stopped replying, which was hard, seeing as they always blocked my way, literally. I had no clue on why they would hit on me, I didn’t even like the way I looked, but maybe that’s just my perspective…
After I’d gotten to the right classroom, I started to take out my books and wait for the lesson to start. So, there I sat, alone, like always. Untill a guy I’d never seen before walked over to the table –and chair- next to me and sat down.
“Whatever, just focus on the lesson” I told myself and forced myself to pay attention to what the teacher was doing. He was writing down some equations, probably because he wanted us to solve them. But other than me and the guy sitting next to me, no one was paying any attention to it at all. I decided to solve the equations anyway, and since it only took me five minutes, I stared out the window after that. You could just see a lake from where I sat, which was practically the reason why I’d chosen this particular seat. The lake was surrounded by trees, grass and beautiful red and yellow flowers. I didn’t know the exact type off flower, you couldn’t tell from this far, but they always seemed to lighten me up.
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