Thinner than glass

It was about time

I sit here, in front of my computer, typing a story. This story just so happens to be a story about my life. Well the life of a friend in which i know can relate. It's midnight, but i have coffee. The coffee is not the thing keeping me awake if not the paranoia. The darkness. It envelopes me by the second. I can't breathe. Yet here I sit, wrapped in blankets until i can no longer take it. I turn off my computer, i try and sleep. Nothing. I hear birds, so i turn to check the clock. I stare at it in shock. Three hours have passed and i laid there, staring at the ceiling thinking of absolutely nothing. I close my eyes for one last time, and I sink into a deeper darkness. Sleep.

I had forgotten that I had set the alarm to 6am.

"Why would you ever do that you idiot?" i think to myself.

So I check my phone, and what do you know, first day of school.

I go downstairs hoping for a nice warm breakfast. Who am I kidding. Something like that would never happen in this place. This home is a disgrace. I don't belong here. I take an apple and eat it on the way to school. I'm going to be late. The only reason in which why I am late, is because my parents had to get into a fight about who was going to take me to school. Why can't they be like every other parents, proud of their freshman's first day of high-school, why can't they both go? Instead they decide they have to throw a huge fit.

We arrive at the school. I, in all honesty, am quite excited. As I walk through those doors, I begin to look around looking for my friends, or a group in which i could fit into. Looking around, I can feel the judgment of every single person in the room. 

"Oh great everyone hates me already" I think to myself.

I can't find any of my friends. Did they all leave me? We agreed to never leave each-other, but
I guess that's what I get for being friends with them.

Looking for the nearest empty table, away from every single human being, I  find one and I sit. In my imagination, i expect a cute guy to come over to me and say:

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here? You look quite lonely"

Then I could reply with a glaze look in my eyes, "Of course not, please, sit down."

But it's the real life, not some kind of daydream. Yet here I sit looking around, waiting for someone to notice me.

The bell rings and my hopes are lost. I look at my schedule, room 505. How do they expect me to find my way around here? I get lost a couple of times, but i finally find the room. Science. To be a high-school science room, i totally expected many scientific, instruments. But, there is nothing.

I will admit, the teacher looks nice. She's young, short, and boy is her hair long.

She speaks in a loud, menacing tone, " Welcome to bio! first things first, Seating chart!"

Great!! I love sitting next to strangers and making new friends! I hate this class already. 

"Samantha," my name is called out.

"Um, here but I prefer Sam please." I always hated being called Samantha it sounded like the girliest name possible, so i change it when i get the chance.

" Your name is Samantha, so that is what I will call you, I don't need your attitude." She exclaims

I just look down digging my head deeper into my desk and start to play with a pencil in my hand just a tad bit embarrassed. 

Once the seating chart was arranged, we moved to our proper locations, as she called it.

What luck! I sit next to whitest girl in town! Blonde! Starbucks in her hand, an iPhone in the other. Texting people, "So guess what I'm like, sitting next to this really weird girl, and she like, totally just talked back to the teacher, she's soooo rude lol"

Why do I get the strange feeling that every class is going to be like this?

Honestly I have always been a math nerd so, I'm really looking forward to math.

It's even scarier than i thought. I'm the only freshman in the class. I get into the class really late so i have nowhere to sit. Until, until a guy with glasses tells me,

"there's an open seat next to me"

I blush, and say thanks.

Why is my face red? i don't even know the guy! He doesn't talk to me, which is good. I don't think my face could turn any redder than it already is.