Only in 6th grade.

I clunk my books at my desk for homeroom. It's nothing too exiting for me until someone joins me in to a conversation. I walk to the front of the room stopping right at Maddie and Laurie's table. "Hey!" This time I managed to be the conversation starter. "Hi." Maddie said sounding a bit depressed. I knew why she was sad. It's Rose. The prettiest name chosen for the ugliest personality. She can make almost any girl cry. Everybody but me. All she wants is attention. It's like she lives off of it. "What's up?" Laurie asked me sounding much happier then Maddie. "Not a lot" I said sort of sliding back to my seat ready for the announcements. The begining is always the same, we say the pledge, something about student council, and say the birthdays. After those painful messages, there are two minutes of home room for talking. This time nobody was really talking. Another student- late as usual just slipped into class and pulled down his chair.

My day doesn't really start until period four, so lets start there. ELT. Extended learning time. The first have of the period Ms. Andrews wants us to read, but nobody really pays attention to that. I start working on math. Math sucks. I'm in math A, for advanced, but everybody is super smart in my class, so I must be pretty smart too. Of coarse we just have to get homework from Mr. H every single night because it is "fun" in his words. Multiplying decimals. Ugh. I finally finish so I plop down in a chair next to Lissy. I take a look at her work. I remember doing that 2 months ago. Oh well. The clock clicked and off to lunch. Lunch is always boring. Now, off to recess. Even though there is still some snow on the ground, the weather is awesome. A popular group of boys start to play kickball, so of coarse there has to be a popular group of girls to join them. I sit down on a nice green patch of grass and start to zone out from the rest of the world. I start to think about my friends. What goes on in their minds? They probably think of me as a lost puppy wanting to join them in every thing. It's not really a bad thing, because at all times in life, everybody needs a friend.

I get back to my period 6 English class and after that, the day kind of zooms by. The next thing I know, I'm out the school doors listening to music. Same song every day. Boulevard of broken dreams by Green Day. Sometimes the song gets me so sad I need to change it. I start to move my lips to the lyrics. "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating. Some times I wish someone out there will find me. 'Till then I walk alone." Sometimes I think this song suits me so well with everything going on right now. It's like I just don't know anymore.

Wake up. Get dressed. Hurry out the door to the bus. Get to school. It's a repeating cycle every day. I get to school walking in the halls to homeroom while Devin comes speeding by. Devin could be so annoying sometimes. I get to my locker while I quickly do my locker combo and hurt my fingers trying to open it. Those lockers are so spazzy. Some don't even lock. I shove in my backpack and grab my binder. To the left is an un-used locker seperating mine from Derick. We have been planning to put some of our stuff in there, but its too risky because the janitors might find out. It doesn't seem like a bad idea though. I could put my textbooks in there and Derick could slide in his skateboard. Not a bad idea. I scoop up my binders while Derick finally comes to class with a "Hey" I slide my boots walking towards the door with an easy "Hi". Homeroom in our class is a not too bad. Everyone is friends with everyone. I love it.

Period 1. Mr H. explains some new math formula I know i'll need later. Oh well, I still doodle anyways. Tom across the table draws on our group folder thing. My H gives us groups depending on who we are sitting next to, and puts these algebra problems to solve as a group. It's painful. Confusing. Math class is over, shoot. I didn't at all pay attention. As I said before, oh well.

Period 2. In science we always have to have something to work on whether its a lab, homework, or a directed reading in our textbooks. Mrs. Andrews sits at her desk in the corner grading papers for other periods. I twiddle my pencil between my thumbs staring at all my finished work waiting for the class to end. The slow clock finally ticks letting us leave the classroom. Jane and I walk to my locker talking about the lab we went over in class. I switch out binders and grab my English binder as we lead to period 3. Even though we have different classes, we walk the same way.

Period 3. Mrs L starts reading from a part we left on in a book as kid coming in late find a way to slip in their chairs without being noticed. Well at least by Mrs. L. Me and Nikki pull out a chair and sit together for correcting a paper from yesterday. I start to doodle a little heart, thinking of my crush then quickly flip over my paper as my cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Even though none of my friends know who I like, I'm not sure if other people might have started to notice. Mrs L stares at me as I gaze into darkness realizing she had just asked a question. I paused and thought as she moved on to the next student. I turn back over my paper to work on the small little heart I had started. I draw on almost anything. It just comes to me. I love it.

Period 4. I sit in my assighned seat next to Emmie as Mr D fixes a students saxaphone. I feel wierd fixing my flute because everybody who plays, is usually girly. Not at all like me. I play a quick b flat scale before Mr D could catch me flipping to a page in my book. I hum a tune I learned last year from the book I used to love as it brings me to a peaceful place in my mind where only me and music meet. The whole 6th grade band starts playing as the flutes lead on with their high notes and then oboes, and clarinets, and all of the instruments combine to make a pretty decent scale. I've never really liked the sound of a saxaphome, but I guess I just got used to them after playing with them for 2 years now. Band ends after we play songs for the concert coming up soon. I slip out as the hallways get crowded with kids switching classes. I head towards my locker as I notice everybody is doing their combinations at the same time. Taylor slides her books over to the front of my locker before I open it. I wait there until she finishes as I swoop up my bright pink hat and my lunch bag. I pull on my hat and head out to reces. I meet my friends back out to the picnic table where we talk almost the whole time. I look around to see that there are a couple main groups in my lunch wave. The soccer players, the basketball players, the four square group, the populars, and then there is me. Nobody special. An outcast to society. I never thought it was a bad thing, I thought it was unique, cool, fun, but things change. Now we outcasts don't get accepted by anybody, so we have pretty much no friends but the 6 of us. We have no special talents, no special skills, just not special in general. Pretty much everybody else hates us, so things have changed since then. I hate being an outcast.