Lost

Freshmen Year: Chapter 2

School.

More like prison. Only you make no crime, yet have to serve your time. I hated school. Well, it wasn't school itself really. I was always up for learning something new. As long as it wasn't a) boring b) math or c) both. God I hated math so much. Horrible, horrible class. All of those numbers jumbled together made my brain hurt.

It was never really school itself that I hated. No. For me it was the people in it and their stupidity. From  the boy watching you walk down the hallway and whistling (which could be either a compliment or an insult. It always leaned toward insult to me) to the girl who shoves you away because you were "too close to her" in the lunch line when in reality you were more than a foot away. 

I saw it this way. School was a four year sentence. Just keep your head down and hopefully no one would see you. Hopefully the bullies eyes would pass over you and you could get though just one day without being insulted, or getting through one day without someone throwing paper wades into the back of your head.

I sat with my friend Logan every day. He along with Jake and my friend Ruth were some of the only people as friends from grade school. Sadly, all of the others found "better" friends and forgot about me.

They joined the seemingly endless crowd of girls who sneered and called me names, and then expected for me to help them with their school work. Yup, typical. It was sad, really, that the reduced to that.

So yet another day of disgusting school lunch. I sit down by Logan.

"Hey," I muttered.

"Hey." He nodded back.

Yup. That was the extent of our conversation every day. Well, considering by the time we got through the lunch line, we had like five minutes to eat. It was basically sit down and scarf the food down.

After lunch was math. Did I tell you how much I hated math? It is worth mentioning twice.

Algebra I.

I sighed. This was the only class I really had trouble out of. It was such a pain. Who the hell thought it was a bright idea to mix letters and numbers together. Though, those wern't half bad. I could understand those somewhat.

Part of the reason I hated that class was two girls who sat behind me. Both of them had the same name, were apparently best friends and looooved to annoy me.

"Hey Lily." Poke, poke, poke. One of the girls jabbed me in the back with the eraser end of her pencil.

I sighed. I was trying to concentrate on my paper.

"Hey Lily!" Poke, poke, poke. She jabbed me harder in the back.

I continued to ignore her. It was like that every day. And usually the same thing with them. Asking stupid questions and making sneering remarks.

I clutched my pencil tightly in my hand and took a few deep breaths. Couldn't they just leave me alone and you know, concentrate on their own work? I wanted to ask the teacher if I could move, but never could find the courage to.