Trapped in my Mind

The first day. Pretty cliche.

"English, english," I muttered to myself as I walked the halls after leaving my things in my locker. To my surprise, my class was right across the hall. I walked in, and sat in the nearest empty seat. I tugged on the sleves of my hoodie, and looked around the room. A few girls walked in, and I remembered them from a lower grade. 

'Oh god, these girls.'

 I thought, and pulled out a notebook and began doodling on the edges. The teacher walked in the room, and introduced herself. Ms. Roberts. Noted. She passed out small textbooks, and assigned us to read a short story and answer a few questions about it. I scanned the pages, and quickly wrote out my responces for tomorrow. I staired ar my paper for the rest of class, wondering if I needed to change anything. It seemed okay enough. Right?
'I'll stick with it for now, and change it when I get home.' I said to myself as the bell rang, signaling for me to go to my next class. 

~Time skip brought to you by a lazy writer~

'Finally! Lunch' I thought to myself as me and my friend group gathered to find somewhere to sit. We chose a spot near the main doors for food, and we began to talk.

"What do you guys have after this class?" Bailey, my longest lasting friend asked us all.

"I have history, then math." I said quietly. We went around and said our classes, and I sadly had none with my friends.

"This table, go up to get food." The principal said, talking about us. my friends all got up, but I stayed seated.

"Elizabeth, come on!" Jayden (My boyfriend) said to me.

"I'm okay! I brought food." I said, holding up a lunch bag that I 'forgot' to fill this morning. My friends went to grab food, and my hands twitched as I thought about eating in general. 

Ew

Food, and eating in general is NOT my strong point. I had only recently began to struggle with how much I eat. Eating had become more of a chore, and not something I liked. Any food had a horrible taste, and I had too much weight on my body right now. Once I looke better, I can eat more. Once I'm under 150lbs. 

Everyone began to come back to the table with food and began talking, not noticing me not eating.

'Thats good, right?'

'That's what you want.'

'Right?'

'Yes, yes that's what you want.'

I said to myself as everyone payed no attention to me.

The bell rang quicker then I thought, and I made my way to the end of the eight grade hallway for my history class. 

I walked in, and set my notebook down as I took a seat. A boy with blonde, fluffy hair sat down next to me and took his tablet out of the desk. My nerves acted up, and I cracked my neck as it jerked to the side. The boy sitting beside me staired at me curiously, but thought nothing of it.
The boy beside me suddenly closed his tablet, and kindly looked at me.

"Hey. I'm Max, what about you?" he asked.

"I'm Elizabeth." I told him, holding back a small cringe at the sound of my name. I always hated it. So common....
My only problem was that I had no idea what else I was supposed to use without getting in trouble with my mother, She would scream at me for hours on end if she learned of me wanting to change myself.

"Cool." He said, and focused his attention on the teacher. She instructed us to get a notebook, and do a 'journal' about ourselves. I chose a blue notebook with someone else's name written on the front. I pulled out my markers as I sat down, and began drawing over and around the name before writing my name in lazy letters. I flipped to an empty page, and wrote out things I liked (Reading, writing, anime, drawing, things like that) and things I disliked (Most people, homework.) on the paper. 

~Another time skip brought to you by the wonderfull lazy author-chan~

I shoved all my things in my bag, gratefull for the end of the day as I zipped up my bag. I tried to stand up, but I got hit in the head with a book.

"Watch it!" I said as a shorter kid dropped his history textbook on my head.

"Sorry~" He said, failing at keeping a laugh out of his voice. I sighed, and pulled my bag onto my back. It had significantly increased in weight because of the books and textbooks from throughout the day. 

I made my way to my bus, and got on without a word to the people around me. I put my bag near the window and curled up in my seat with my knees on the seat in front of me. I lied my weary, pounding head on my bag and slipped into a light sleep as the bus went on it's way to our high school and the rest of it's destinations.