As I Sit Here

Dakota

"When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said son when, you grow up, will you be-" I slammed my hand on the snooze button. Here we go again, I thought. I was not ready for today. It was social classes for the first half of the day. Where they came up with that idea, I have no idea. All I know, is that I will be sitting in the corner, reading on my phone, as usual.

I rolled out of bed, and walked over to my bathroom. My hair looked like a rat nest. As usual. I grabbed a brush, and began combing through the knots. Putting the brush down, I began to look for my tooth brush. When I found it, I brushed my teeth and went to change out of my pajamas.

I picked out my favorite pair of black jeans, a gray tank top, and a black jacket. I slipped on my usual pair of shoes. Black converse. Picking my outfit wasn't that hard, considering I always wear black. My hair was down, the bangs slightly going over my green eyes. I wish my hair was black, but instead, I got chocolate brown with blonde streaks.

I skipped breakfast. After all, I was way too fat to eat. I got straight onto the bus, and sat in the very back, where all the "socially awkward" kids sit. I sat there listening to Fall Out Boy. I looked down. My scars were covered, and my secrets were hidden. No one has ever found out about my scars. And no one ever will.

Finally, the bus pulled up to Singer High School. I finally got off the bus last. I quickly went to my locker to get my books for 1st period. Math with Mrs. Wenhes, I thought to myself. She was a nice teacher. Definitely my favorite class, because she never pays attention to the students, and is always in some romantic "pickle" with her ex husband. Unfortunately, when I arrived, no one else was there. "Crap.." I said out loud. I forgot, it was social day. Everyone was in the auditorium, listening to the stupid principle talk about how "It was healthy to get to know each other, and become friends." I really wasn't too enthusiastic about going to the presentation, but I guess i have no choice.

As usual, when I got there, Veronica Daltrew was there to make fun of me. "Oh look! The slut decided to show up!!" She mocked. Her "crew" giggled, laughed, and pointed. I could feel my anger growing inside me."S-Shut u-up.. "I stammered. She just laughed at me. "Aww!! Is baby gonna fight back? No... She is too weak. Might as well just go kill yourself loser." I could feel the tears streaming down my face. "M-m-maybe I m-might!" I screamed. I ran away as far as I could. I could hear her snickering in the background. I wanted to fade away and die. 

As I took my seat, there was a new face next to mine that I have never seen before. She awkwardly waved at me. I did the same back. "I uh... I'm D-Dakota..." She said quietly. I looked at her blonde curls pulled up into a loose bun. Her blue eyes seemed lost. She wore black, and had her sleeves over her hands. I looked down. Just like me.. She was almost exactly like me, except the face. She probably wasn't as awkward as me , though. "I-I'm... V-v-violet..."I said even quieter. She smiled. "That's a pretty name..." She responded.

I had lunch hour with her, but I didn't sit by her. Instead I found her in the bathroom stall, where I usually ate my food.. "Uhh... Hi Dakota." I said awkwardly. She smiled that warm smile again. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be eating your food with your friends?" She asked curiously. I hesitated.. Maybe she was like me.. "Oh.. umm... I r-really don't have f-f-friends.." I said quietly. She looked at me. "Really? Because you're really pretty.." She stated. I was shocked. No one has ever called me pretty before. "Uh... T-thanks! You are too" I responded. "So.. A-are you just gonna stand there, or sit with me?" She asked cautiously. 

For the rest of lunch we sat there and talked. The more we talked, the more I realized, she is exactly like me. Right up to the point where we both have 2 brothers, no sisters, divorced parents, and we get bullied. I was really starting to like her. I didn't know if she liked me or not, but she didn't act like she hated me. That's an accomplishment... I thought, while she talked about things I didn't understand. She was really smart, so I don't understand why should would get bullied. I mean, she was smart, pretty, and from what I heard, pretty talented. I guess I would have to wait to find out.

I had the rest of my classes with her, and we paired up for a science project. She did most of the work... After 9th period, we exchanged numbers, and I got onto the bus. I actually smiled all the way home. I was making friends, or... A friend atleast. I was usually a loner.

When the bus dropped me off, I ran into the house, and up the stairs. I threw my backpack on my bed, kicked off my shoes, let down my hair, and pulled out my phone.I texted her. Hi! It's Violet. What're you doing? I sent the message and waited for a reply. A few moments later, my phone buzzed. Hey Violet! I am just sitting here, watching T.V! What about you? I smiled. I was jumping for joy inside. I actually made a friend! This has never happened before! I should have a party... I grabbed my phone and began to type. Oh you know, homework and what not! LOL