The only one

Chapter 3

The highest class in school society have a job, their job was to ruin the lives of people who aren't them. All of that while looking good, staying confident, having friends, and keeping their grades at least an B plus average. That's a lot to do.

They are very good at their job.

Recess is from 10:45 to 11 and lunch is from 11 to 11:30. I'm in the seventh grade so I pretty much figured out what I'm supposed to do to stay away from the Kings and queens of the grade - pretty much. I leave lunch ten minutes prior to the time we are scheduled to leave the cafeteria.

I feel lucky though because I'm not the only one. Some of the other kids for some strange reason don't leave and they do end up in terrible situations. But I have learned from my mistakes, I'm never going stay in lunch for the whole time after the incident last year. I rush to the bathroom walking briskly carefully not make eye contact with anyone walking in the hallway. I'm not supposed to be out of lunch at this time and if I draw attention to myself, people would ask where I was going and then they would sent me back.

When I reached the bathroom I looked at the mirror. I groaned, I'm really not in the mood to fix my hair. Again. People who I am close to always said I was beautiful, but I don't see it. I'm used to the fact now. I just don't like the way I look. Everyone says I'm wrong but they have to say that stuff, they are family. I will never know how people really see me. And since I don't know I just lower my expectations so I don't get hurt from anyone but myself, which is slightly better. I never saw the beautiful girl that they always saw and I'm wondering where she is because I'm dying to meet her.

Finally I heard some footsteps in the distant. It sounded like a large group. My prediction was that lunch was over. So without hesitation, I rushed to my locker quickly twisted the lock to the numbers of my combination. I threw all of my afternoon books on the floor, put my lock back on my locker, took all of my books and rushed to class.

The clock ticked slower than a dying turtle in every class I went to, but finally it was last period.

Music.

Music is my favorite class for three main reasons. The first thing is that I already love music. I play guitar and I sing. It just makes everything better somehow. Music helps me escape from this messed up world that I live in.

The second reason is the teacher is awesome, Mrs. Duncan is a young teacher so she can relate to the students well and she is a very understanding person and she gets that we have lives out of school whereas other teachers think that our main purpose in life is to do homework.

The last reason is just one word, a noun to be specific. Noun~ a person place or thing. This noun happens to be a person. And this person just so happens to be a boy. I know I said before that it's not likely to find a person I'm close to in school. I still believe in everything I said but. This person just so happens to be a small little candle in the darkness.

He makes it worth it. He can make me smile when I'm sad. He turns my skies from grey to blue.

He seemed different to me.

I don't know what it was but he just made me happy.

He happened to have a name and his name is .......