Wilda

Him. Inspired by gabby

We take everything for granted, life, friends, and even family. It's sad really. Usually normal people would go on with their day not caring what they did and were the 'popular girls', the happy ones that didn't have a care in the world. But Wilda, Wilda was different.

I walk into the history room. Fear strikes me taking me off my balance not knowing what to do. I walk in and every one stares. I mean EVERYONE. Even the teachers. I don't know why but I think it's mostly because of my crooked face, or my fat, ugly body. Sometimes I wonder if I could stop all of this pain by ending it. Ending life. "What's the use" I ask myself, "no one cares anyway." I go through this everyday. I sit down taking my seat at the very back of the room for fear of being called on. You either sit in the front with all the geeks or in the back with the rebels. The 'Rebels' don't like me but I honestly couldn't care less what they think.
I get through the day and sit down at lunch knowing I'll be alone. I take the stares the laughing, and the mean looks. Until I notice there not laughing there staring at me jaw dropping stares. I wonder why? Why me? Then I notice him, a AMAZING looking guy sits next to me. I stare in awe.
"What are you doing", I state
"You looked lonely" he simply smirkes at me and starts to eat.
He looks new but I'm not sure I've never seen him around before.
"Are you new here?" I ask him.
"Yeah..." He laughs of my unsureness.
"Oh well you shouldn't be sitting with me" I state plainly.
"And why is that?"
"I'm a nobody. The jocks are over there. You belong there with them not with me."
"I can belong to anybody I want"
And with that I gave up he followed me around like a puppy dog waiting for a treat. This was new I have never had a friend let alone a hot one.