People always say that someone's story will start with happiness and end the same way, but that's not always the case. My name is Sarah Lennox and this is my story about how I survived reality.
Woodrow Wilson once said, "Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together." I agree for one reason, the world we live in is shitty. Every friend I've had has been fake. You may be thinking "Oh, but Sarah! You probably just have bad luck!" How could it be that I have had not 2, not 1, but 0 real friends in the 17 years I've been on the Earth? How? Mind explaining? Yeah, that's what I thought. It's not a matter of luck. It's a matter of who people really are. Most people don't see me as a good person. I was a good person, and I am. I'm good to those who deserve it. Like my mom, or my dog. Not some random spoiled 10 year old who whines about not getting the newest iPhone. "But mommy!" They would whine. How embarrassing.. And to that one old woman who called me a brat for scoffing at her spoiled granddaughter, fuck you! Yeah you heard me! I cursed at you! Well, not physically.. But still! Ehem. Now that I'm done ranting about how annoying entitled people are, let me give you a little peak into my current life.
I'm a senior in Highschool and I study at Sayre High in New Xiah. As you probably already figured out, I currently don't have any friends. I have very little hope left for friendship, but there's still that very small light that's giving me a positive feeling. Does making friends give me anxiety? Yes. Do I try to engage with others? No. So will I find a friend? Probably not. But that's not a promise it's a maybe. So, now that you know a bit more about me, let's begin the story.
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'It's Monday, hurray!' I thought sarcastically as I walked into the school building. One of my teachers, Mr. Sanchezki, stops me in the hall, "Ms. Lennox, what have I told you about wearing your hood? Take it off please." I took it off and he let me go to class. As I walk down the hallway, people turn their heads and whisper. 'Just because I have no friends, doesn't make you obligated to talk about me whenever I enter a 6 foot radius of you.' I didn't speak, but I wish I had the courage to.
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In class:
Walking into class, I notice something odd. People didn't stop to talk about me, they were already talking about someone else. 'A new kid, perhaps?' I pondered, shrugging my shoulders before sitting in my, not assigned, but, regular seat. In the back left corner, of course. Every loner sits in the back of the class, unless you're a total geek. In that case, you'd sit right in front of the teacher's desk, like Spencer does. See, there's a distinction between a geek or nerd and a loner. Loners are quiet and stay low, under the radar, trying not to draw attention. Nerds are smart, the main bully target and accidentally draw a lot of attention to themselves. I'm a loner not a nerd, get it right.
The late bell for first period rings and my teacher, Mrs. Robinson, enters the room. "Good morning and happy Monday, students," she greets. "I am happy to announce we are acquiring a new student into our class. Please be respectful." She stops and looks at the door for a moment. A boy about a foot taller than me walks into the classroom. He has brown hair, green eyes and a very muscular body, might I add.
"Hello everyone," he begins. "My name is Oscar." He blinks a few times before the teacher tells him he can sit next to me. WAIT. DID SHE JUST TELL HIM TO SIT NEXT TO ME?! I might pass out. He's so pretty. He sits down in the seat to my right. "Uhm, hey." He looks at me and I look back, not saying anything. "What's your name?" He asks politely.
I look at him for about a minute, still processing what just happened. "..my name is Sarah.." I say quietly, as to not draw attention to our conversation. We look at each other, I wait for him to say something back, but he never does. I look away and rummage through my pencil case for something to write with. I find a mechanical pencil and then reach into my folder for a blank paper to draw on.
He looks at me again. "What's that for?" He asks. I look up at him before turning my focus back to the paper in front of me. I start to draw.
"I'm going to draw on it." I mumbled into the desk, not looking up again. 'Why does he care, anyway?' I wondered, 'No one else does.'
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A/N
I FINALLY FINISHED IT! But I'm leaving y'all with a bit of a cliffhanger.. mb. I hope you enjoyed it!
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Not-So Fairytale | By slimylilrat
RomanceA story that shows how a person can change their views by finding someone who truly cares about them.
