The Sketchbook⋆｡°✩ | Book

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TW: creepy men + violence + minor swearing

✴ Interesting. Just interesting. She wasn't quite sure how to describe him. How would you describe this anyways? The attributes.. the qualities he possessed was enough to make Nora indulge in the typical teenage daydream. A tall figure, he was at least 6'0. His dark flowy hair that danced as he'd take each step. His graceful walk that would illuminate his presence along with his strong cologne that aided his looks. His deep meaningful eyes that caught Nora's breath every time they'd make accidental eye contact. Okay. Yea, no. That's not good, Nora. Even she knew, drawing an imaginary boyfriend wasn't going to cure her loneliness. The girl found herself drooling at the sketch of an original character she just made in her new sketchbook. The first thing she drew, was a man her age to fuel her girlish fantasies. Nora darling, just because you can draw doesn't mean you HAVE to draw.

     She slapped herself out of her own stupidity and some classmates side glanced her in surprise. How odd... she was peculiar.. weird even; they would say - but not daring to say it to her face. That's how high schoolers usually dealt with their overwhelming lack of self and insecurity. It was typical. She knew it was typical. Yet she knew.. she knew they would talk about her anyways. It shouldn't bother her. It should've never have bothered her. She knew it should've never have bothered her. The Pinterest baddie posts told her to not let it bother her. Yet, she yielded to her teenage like tendencies. And now, the teacher even paused to look her way as well. To avoid embarrassment, Nora averted her gaze to her books. God. How embarrassing. There's nothing worse to a teenager than public embarrassment. A little after attention diverted from her, she asked for the notes she just missed because of her mindless girlish fantasies from the student in front. She would spare the hassle and be spared from the glare of the annoyed classmate in front of her and as an alternative, she would've taken it from the student beside her, if there was a person. 

     Yet there was no one. No one dared to sit with her. No one wanted to sit with her. Even if the teacher 'punished' the students by asking them to move their seats, they would choose any other punishment rather than sit with her. "Please, not next to her, teacher!" they would beg openly in class and the rest would laugh with mocking gazes her way. Was it because she was boring? Was it because she was quiet? Was it because she was geeky? Was it because she didn't take care of herself? Nora never understood, she only wept. With every possibility she thought of for people looking at her in a disgusted manner, she dared to spare herself with excuses. Nora wasn't that boring, she had made others laugh before too. She wasn't that quiet if you got to know her. Nora wasn't geeky or nerdy either, all her hobbies were applauded on the internet and her grades were just average. She took care of her appearance, she did everything. She smiled, she laughed, she tried to talk. Everything. So why were they being this way? 

     What about the new boy everyone expects tomorrow? The new student meant she could make new impressions. Would it change her position in this school at all? The girl's friends tease her - they call her lucky or 'fated' to be sat next to the new transfer, just because he was a boy. Nora couldn't help but ponder, if they thought she was that lucky, why wouldn't they just sit next to her? Why wouldn't they talk to her? Why would they pretend she didn't exist everywhere even when she sat next to them in lunch? She dared to think that they themselves were pathetic for saying so when they don't even know who the transfer was. It would be quite ridiculous to fall for someone by first glance. I mean, c'mon. That's only in fairy tales.

     Nora can't convince herself that she hated the idea because just like a typical teenager, she was a hopeless romantic after all; but, she had a strong feeling against guys. She rarely made any guy friends and couldn't help but act awkward when they try to talk to her. She purposely act uninterested because she felt self conscious around them. Perhaps it was a reflex? She never understood how other girls could be so confident and casually flirt, shamelessly with guys they knew they would never talk to after. Nora knew she never got the attention of guys, she wouldn't even dare think of how they would perceive her.