Welcome to The Land of Misfit Toys

Hi, my name is Grayson and this is my story.

It was the first day of classes. Honestly, I can’t get a hold of myself. I was too nervous to meet new people, to meet new teachers, to meet new heart breakers.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I was the classic bullied kid down the street. I wore braces that took away the beauty of my pearly white smile, and large geeky glasses that took away my mesmerizing hazel eyes. I had light brown hair that tousled in every direction. My lips were somehow always red, I don’t know why and lastly, I had the perfect little cute button nose.

I guess I was good looking since people outside my school always seem to appreciate me. I guess it’s just the braces and glasses that took the attention of all my haters.

I was undoubtedly thin for my age, the small and lanky kid that everybody picked on. The deathly pale tint of my complexion was sometimes mistaken as a sign of weakness. It wasn’t my fault that I was like this; I didn’t ask to become the weak and frail kid that I was.

Right now, I was wearing a pure black long sleeved shirt that extended so long; it covered almost half of my palms. The midnight black long sleeved shirt game much emphasis on my deathly pale complexion. The fabric also clung to my frail figure like a second skin.

The walls of the room seemed like prison bars, imprisoning me, not in studying for I loved studying because it was where I was good at, but in the same cell with people I am not familiar with, people I am scared of being familiar with.

I don’t want to trust anyone again, especially not after my incident with my best friend. We were so close, we we’re like brothers, his parents liked how I influenced him and made him seem like an authority figure and my parents liked him because he was the perfect male role model who was always with me.

He was the perfect big brother any kid can ask for.

He was always beside me, looking out for me. But everything changed, I don’t want to go through the details right now, it’s too painful to even reminisce what he did to me.

I was entering third year high school now. All of my classmates were either sixteen or seventeen. I was too young for my studies, but I liked it that way. Lower years bored me, so I was tested for acceleration. While everybody in my class was sixteen or seventeen, I was just fourteen. Shocking right? Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s not that great though.

Maybe that’s another reason why I’m always picked on. I was always the youngest in the class, no matter what happens.

I sat in the corner, waiting for the teacher to come in, as I read my book. I tried to block out all of the noises, the noise of chattering kids who tried to get to know each other, the noise of the laughter that seems to be coming from everywhere, and the deafening noise of pure loneliness. I hate it.

I think I was the only new kid here, everybody seems to know everybody.

The door began to creak open and, unexpectedly, everybody became quiet, probably thinking that it was the teacher already.

Everybody anticipated with much eagerness.

A guy came in, and my world took a turn for the downtown. I think this year’s gonna be hell for me when I saw the guy.

He was handsome, I admit, but he was striking, the type of’ hot shot’ that caught your eye with just one glimpse.

He had perfect spiky hair that seemed cool, ‘anime’ style. His complexion was superb, that of pearly white, vibrant and blemish free. His eyes were that of the clear morning sky, alive and electrifying. His smile was quite dazzling, he sent girls sighing as he passed by.