This life

Just give it more time

"Sam I really don't want to go to school today!" I state

"To bad. Your going. It'll be okay I promise. The first day is always te worst. High school will be the time of your life. Just wait till sports get here." She tries to comfort me.. To bad it's not working.

See the only problem with her reassuring me that sports are going to help my popularity problem is I'm not going to do sports this year. I'm not going to do band, chorus, or sports. I'm just going to "focus" on my studies. Which by the looks of it aren't going to end up good no matter how hard I try. High school is hard. I have a texts next week and we have barely had 5 days of school. What the heck?!

It was just a normal day at school again. Multiple nasty looks. Yes, I know my crazy curly hair is not working with me today. Thanks for pointing that out. It really makes me feel good that your so open to degrading me.

After coming out of math class I encounter the popular girls. With long tan legs, really nice clothes (that I would never be able to afford), an their perfect white teethed smiles. Except I don't encounter them in the way I would've liked. Of course my clumsy self being smart and looking at the ground as I walk out of algebra plows right into the prettiest, most popular one. Right smack in the middle of the group. "Good job Anna" I think to myself.

"Thanks for running me over" she yells at me. Obviously irritated.

"I'm so sorry! I.. I really didn't mean to. I swear." I manage to choke out as I hurry away. But of course as soon as I turn to walk the other direction I run into another person. Throwing my books and his all over the ground. I look up and he smiles at me.