Sadie's POV
"Get down here or you'll miss breakfast!!" Yells my mom
"I'm coming, I'm coming!!"
I sigh and shut my laptop. Kate just cut off in the middle of our conversation, again.
She's been doing it like all the freaking time lately, and we haven't finished a conversation in like weeks.
I run down the steps, grab a piece of buttered toast, and run out the door.
I check my phone walking to school. And finally see a message from Kate:
"Hey! So sorry I didn't respond earlier, mom made me do stupid chores. You headed to school?"
I waited a few minutes to respond; cause like who wants to look needy? Not me.
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I sit down in my seat as the bell rings.
The only thing that is different between Kate and I is she's super popular, and I'm well... Not?
"What even is that girl's hair?" I hear whispered in front of me.
People don't seem to like the lavender color I've gone for lately.
I grab my journal and start writing. Before I know it, my math teacher, Mr. Sensa, is standing in front of my desk at the back of the room.
"What do we have hear Mrs. Milane?" Mr. Sensa asks.
This is the second time he's caught me in like 3 days.
"Funny, this doesn't look like math..." He smirks at me.
I don't understand what I did to make him dislike me so much. I just don't love math. I'm so sorry.
"Why don't you come read this lovely little story to the class, huh?"
Great. Just what I need. I hear my peers stifling their laughs as I walk up to the front of the room, clutching my notebook against my chest like it's worth 1 million dollars.
"Do I have to?" I ask him
"Yes you have to. Since you obviously don't want to talk about math."
"Okay..."
I stare at the words I've scribbled on the once blank paper.
"I have a dream catcher
in my room,
sometimes I wish
it would protect me
from the nightmare
that is my life.
Soon enough,
I'll get out."
"What the heck?"
"What's wrong with her?"
"She just does it for attention."
A few of the things my classmates say. As I walk back to my seat. Little do they know it's about them.
The boy in front of me, Liam, turns around and says "I really like your poem."
He rubs his neck nervously as his face goes red.
Oh... Uh, thanks...." I utter back, confused as to why someone is showing any interest in me at all.
YOU ARE READING
Something Fishy
FanfictionInternet friends are the simple joys in life. So are bands. They're better than ordinary people, and they always seem to get you. This is the story of how Sadie met Kate. They're the best of friends, and Sadie is looking forward to moving out to...
