I walked into the classroom. Everybody turned to stare at me. I looked up for one minute to find a seat in the class. I saw an empty seat next to this pretty girl with dark hair in a band shirt. She stared at me as I walked over to the seat next to her. Her blue rimmed glasses made her beautiful eyes stand out. I wanted to stare at her but I didn't want to make another awkward girl get scared of me. So I held the feelings in my heart and shoved them down my empty soul. I sat in the chair next to her trying not to shake. I turned my head to look at her. She stared forward at the teacher, looking extremly uncomfortable. I was probably freaking her out with all my weirdness...
She was beautiful. Her long black hair almost puffed up in a way that made her look like a perfect storm. She had on a black jacket and a faded Nirvana shirt from what I could see. Her heart shaped face and her perfect skin made her the absolute prettiest girl in the room, no doubt. She stared out the window almost the entire time. I'm not sure if she knew I was looking at her, and i'm not very sure how long it had been, but I did not mind looking at her one bit. The bell ringing made me almost jump out of my seat. She walked over to two other boys. One with short curly brownish hair and the other with long smooth black hair. The black haired one looked at her with a protection in his eyes, like a brother watching his sister. He glanced at me at first like he was about to pounce on me, but only a second later he flashed me a smile with his oddly white teeth. He had fangs, obviously fake, but they looked pretty real. Real enough to make the rest of the girls in the class moan in annoyance at his smile. I rolled my eyes and he laughed. I glanced at the other boy in the Batman shirt. He had a little scruff on his face, trying but probably failing to grow some facial hair. He smiled but held his lips closed. Probably afraid to talk. Maybe he had a disorder or something.
The black haired boy and the beautiful girl started talking quietly. She looked almost sick with anxiety. He grabbed her wrists and tried talking to her to calm her down. The curly haired one held her shoulders trying to keep her from shaking. They kept whispering to her, obviously trying to keep her from freaking out. I couldn't stand myself. It was probably me that made her sick. She turned around to look at me and we locked eyes for a few seconds. She stared at me with a look of either awe or disguist and I couldnt take it anymore and ran out of the classroom. I ran down the hallways about to cry with ashamement of myself. How could I do that? I scared a girl I didnt even know. She probably hated me. Never wanted to see me again. I went to the bathroom really quick and threw up. I was so disguisted, so impauled by what I did I just couldnt hold it down. I walked out of the bathroom and tried to find my next class, Phys Ed. I walked down to the gym. The black haired boy is there. He's holding hands with a girl with blond hair and a green jacket. She looks just happy and contempt. She see's me and points at me and she asks the black haired boy a question. He answers, and then she stands up and walks over to me.
"Hi. I'm Brittany" she says as she walks over to me, holding out her hand. "You must be new. Welcome to Bay City Junior High. The shittiest school in all of the Northern Hemisphere". I stare at her hand for a minute before I take it and shake it awkwardly for a minute. "Whats your name stranger? And I love your shirt by the way" she smiles. "Crissy. And thanks". "If you ever need a friend i'm here. And if you ever find yourself alone your always welcome to sit with me and my friends in the cafeteria. Good luck" She walks away back over to the black haired boy and smiles as she sits down. Another girl comes over to sit with them. Shes got hair like his but its the girl version. She's obviously mexican and she comes and sits with them as the rest of the kids play basketball. The entire time I watched them together. They looked happy. Content. Even though nobody else liked them, they had each other. The outcasts sticking together.
The rest of the day went on. Boring judgemental people after boring judgemental people. Finally 12:50 came and it was time for lunch. I grabbed my backpack and made my way to the cafeteria. I walked in to find the regular groups and crowds and cliques each had their own table. The jocks in the corner. The preps in the center. Nerds on the left, nigga's on the right. The crowds were undeniable. Except for a little table on the far side of the room near the doors. That's where the Brittany girl and the black haired boy and all the other ones sat. And her. The beautiful one. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. I obviously had nowhere else to sit, but how could I face her? I swallowed what pride was left of me as I walked over to the table with the rest of the kids who didn't fit in.
"Hey Crissy. Glad you could come sit with us" Brittany smiled. The black haired boy introduced himself as Robert. Curly hair was Matthew. The short Mexican was names Fernanda. There was Joey and Yolanda as well. And the beautiful one. Her name was Autumn. It rang in my ears, like a beautiful melody. Like a sweet song made just for me.
"So what are you into Crissy" the boy named Robert asked me. "Oh nothing really" I said shyly. "Just music and stuff". Autumn looked up at me, took a deep breath, and opened her mouth to say something. "Me too" she said. Her voice rang in my ears like a melody. A beautiful sound. Oh, fuck, how can I be in love with a girl I just met. Its not right. Its not fair. Its not...
