Trespassing the Nerd Zone

Chapter 1

I mentally punched the bean bag as I groaned. My black and white suitcases are stacked neatly by the door and my purse is stuffed with paperworks and my plane ticket I booked yesterday to San Francisco. I ran my fingers through my hair and untangling the messy strands.

Three more hours till I have to say goodbye to UK, it would be hard for me and all my friends.

A adult robin flew by my window and it's landed on the tree branch beside the window. I watched as it pecked the baby birds and dropped pieces of food into its mouth. I smiled and crept up silently, afraid to scattered their peaceful reunion. Sometimes I was jealous of them, they deserve a protective parents and can see them everyday, but me, I was separated from them for years now. The only way I get to meet them is through stone, cold computers.

This moment has arrived, or to be precise, tomorrow, and I finally get to touch their warm, lively body. However, I'm scared, it's hasn't been the feeling I lust for, instead I don't want to see them. Not because they left me with my grandma who decease last month, but the fact that they never pay me a visit, also from my grandparents' mouth, I learned they are super wealthy (I am too), so I guess they won't tolerate weirdness from me.

Quickly regaining to my feet, I walked over to the bathroom and started clearing the counter of makeup and my three pairs of glasses. After stuffing down everything into my makeup container, I sealed up the glasses into three case and wiped the eye pieces. Ever since eighth grade, I begin to realize, the higher you get on the food chain, you'll drop harder when they decided that your no fun anymore. So I begin to disguise myself behind glasses and band tees, thinking that no people would want to hang out with a low class.

Evidently, I became friends with nerds, people who are invisible, and emos. They were nice and daring, not like what I used to hear rumors about; suicides, robotic, or planning to get a transgender. Unlike others, I'm an a supporter for gay, lesbian, and bisexuals, which there's nothing wrong to begin with.

"Eva, hurry up, Ryan's about to come and escort you to the airport!" Nina yelled from downstairs.

"Okay!" I replied, quickly dashing for my outfit laying neatly on my white sheets. Pulling off my ridiculous Mickey Mouse pajamas, I swapped into my blue and red plaid shirt, pale blue skinny jeans, and quickly applied some red lipstick. Glancing at my eyes, they are cicled with mascara and bits of eyeliner leftover from yesterday, I grimaced and coated a fresh layer of black on top of my eyelid.

"There," I whispered to myself, and picked up my glasses. Reaching for my boots, I heard the doorbell chime and a voice greeted him. Taking in a deep breath, I raced down the steps, clenching the lighter suitcase and collided with Ryan.

"Gosh, calm down kiddo," he said, ruffling my hair. "there's another case upstairs right?" I nodded and watched him ran up to fetch it.

Nina was standing by the door with eyes that are glistening in tears. She extended out her arm and embraced me.

"I'm going to miss you Eva, your such a great niece, it's my pleasure to have you here."

"I'll miss you too, Nina, take care when I'm gone, I promise to come back and visit sometimes," I assured, wiping a sliding tear off her wrinkled face. "Remember to take your pills in time and be careful when you drive."

She nodded and hugged me tighter. "You have grown so beautiful these years, just like your mom."

"Thanks," I said, stepping back and picked up my belongings.

"Let's go, your plane will be here soon," Ryan reminded, nudging my elbow. He gave Nina a smile and walked to his car, opened his car and dumped the case in there.