Invisible...Or Not?

    

                I love him. Go ahead, call me cliché, but I adore him. We’re madly in love. He just…doesn’t know it yet.

 

                I could introduce myself, but that would be pointless. You’re just going to read my story, then forget about it. So why should I give you my life story? Now in this story, I’m changing up the names. If this was spread around, I’d probably turn the color of a tomato and then curl up to die. See this young boy, if I do say so myself, is positively amazing. He’s cute, funny, smart…sounds perfect right? Well it would be. If…if he knew I existed. He’s in my math class…and my English class. But if you asked him, he’d probably just be like, “Who?”

 

                So I rest my case. Did I mention he’s popular? Like, jaw-dropping, jock, hot, amazingly popular. Every single girl OBSESSES over him. Now I know you’re hoping this will be a story about falling in love…but that isn’t what it’s about. Or at least I don’t think so. You see, I’m kind of writing this, based on what’s happening to me. I may rant and rave during this, and if so, I apologize. But you see, I’m a cynical, boring human being. But people somehow flock to me. I honestly don’t get it.

 

                Anyway, (see what I mean about ranting and raving?) this kid is AH-MAZING. Let’s call him…Malcolm. That is most definitely not his name, by the way. I don’t even think I know a kid named Malcolm.

 

Malcolm has brown hair that likes to curl a tiny bit in the front. He sits at my group during pre-algebra. No, he didn’t choose to be next to me…we were assigned. My group also includes a shy girl who rarely talks, a sort-of loud girl who REALLY gets on my nerves, and Greg. I’m not even going to hide his name. He knows I dislike him. A lot. Imagine an annoying mosquito buzzing right next to your ear, but every time you try to swat it, it gets three times louder. That would be him. He’s always singing the latest song on the radio. But you see, he doesn’t actually know the song. He knows around one or two lines. And repeats them. Over and over until you want to rip your eardrums out. So I technically hate my group. With the exception of Malcolm.

 

He doesn’t necessarily ignore me, but he doesn’t go out of his way to talk to me either. We joke around, but when his friends aren’t there. Last year, he wasn’t this popular. See, I do my research on guys. But somehow, everything changed. Girls started asking him out left and right, but what did he do? Rejected them all. Every, single, one. He’s never had a girlfriend. Ever. Which, to me, makes him even more sweet and adorable.

 

So I guess you can call this my introduction, or my prologue. Call it whatever you want. But this is only the beginning…