Reii the not-so-magical girl

Chapter 1: Unmagical day

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Hi, this is Galactic! I really did not expect this to get as much attention as it is, but anyways, I hope you enjoy! (Please excuse if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes, this is not beta read!)

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An alarm clock to the face is not my usual preferred way of waking up, especially not on a school morning with a test.

"Mmf... Five more minutes..." I mumble into my pillow as the stupid clock started ringing in an ear-achingly loud soprano wail. I flip over onto my back, blinking up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes. The pink and purples of my room are awash in morning sunlight, walls glow with magenta haze. It feels kind of like living in a candyland world every morning.

I roll over and shut off the clock. Unfortunately for me, i hit the book that it was sitting on, and it catapults straight into my face. It falls to the floor with a crash and goes quiet, leaving me to silently curse and rub my aching forehead, a few strands of black hair falling into my eyes. Darn it. I knew I should've just gotten my Mum to wake me up. Less chance of a concussion. 

Dragging myself out of bed, I dig around for my school uniform. I put it in the dirty laundry basket last night, at least i think i did... The floor surrounding the basket is littered with crumpled clothes from my terrible aim. I finally find it, change quickly and run downstairs for breakfast. My Mom is busy most of the time, so I usually just make a toast or a waffle before leaving. Even when I explicitly try to leave earlier, I end up being half-late. My parents say I'm too slow, I say I'm cursed. Whatever, if I really tried, I could probably be there at around 8:30. That's my high score.

I pick at a waffle as I walk to school, usually I inhale them, but today there's something funny happening to my stomach. It feels like there's butterflies fluttering around inside. Maybe it's a stomach bug. I hope it's that and not something nastier. Eugh. I've seen the posters around the school for the medical students, and believe me, the things you can get in your stomach are not pretty.

The school gates are still open by the time I get there. I have English right at the start of the day, so I head to the left hallway. There's so many classrooms, but most of them are pretty small. You could just fit about twenty people in there. 

I slide into a seat; nobody turns to look at me. I'm a pretty average looking girl, black hair, pale eyes, normal. There's just about one interesting thing about me on the surface: I'm a literature lover, and I win awards for it. I like writing, but it's not exactly the hobby that earns you friends.

 I do have a lot of friends actually, but they don't really... get me? It's like I'm in a group with strangers. We sit together, we laugh at stupid memes, we talk about our crushes, (I don't have one, but they keep asking) And we eat together... But it's quite... like... shallow? 

To my right, Hana nudges me. "Hey, have you asked Aaron if he likes you back yet?" She whispers with a grin. "I heard he loves you..." She laughs. 

"Ha ha." I whisper back. "He hates me." He does, he thinks I'm a weirdo. Every time we pass in the corridors, he shies away like I've got the plague. Maybe he thinks I do.

I'm pretty sure that he spoke to his gang about me, because now I have an entourage around me when I go to class. It's an annoying group of boys, who just like asking me if I like Jacob. Ew.

I wish they would go away. It's not so much annoying as an inconvenience though, so I don't really mind, apart from the fact that people stare.

I wish Lydia was here. She's kinda my best friend. I talk to her more than the other girls, so I would say so. She would get why Jacob's group following me around would piss me off.

Class flies by. It's English, so I finish really quickly, and spend the rest of the lesson staring out the window. Soon, it's lunchtime, and I get my food and walk over to sit with my friends. Well, my not-exactly-friends. I head for my usual seat by Hana and Amelia, only to find that it's occupied. Huh.

A different girl sits there. She's pretty, with blue eyes and brown hair. A ridge of freckles runs across her nose, and she's mid-laugh, her head dipped slightly downwards as she giggles. She notices me staring and blinks at me.

 "Hi... Do you need anything?" She says, tilting her head. 

I sense a weird feeling of discomfort. It takes me a minute to realize it's not the girl, but my stomach churning. Oh my gosh, please don't tell me I have a stomach bug now?

"Uh- Nothing. That's kinda my seat...?" I motion feebly at the side of the bench. Amelia gives me an exasperated look. "Reii, she's new." She whispers pointedly. "She doesn't know anyone, c'mon," She takes a bite of meatloaf. "You have like, a million other writing nerds to sit with anyway."

What the heck? When was 'writing nerd' a thing? I shrug. 

"Y-Yeah, sure I guess..."

They don't seem to hear me.

As I walk over to another table, I feel like everyone's eyes are on me. It's terrifying, and I never want to experience it again. I grab my tray and walk over to a crowded table, full of chattering girls. They look at me like an alien just tried to sit with them. I sigh, and stare at my seat in wistfulness. They all seem to be having fun together, and I think I see the new girl stare at me once or twice. She mouths something, but i don't catch it.  I'm too busy staring down at my meatloaf, my heart pounding as I try to hear if they're talking about me. It's cold by the time i take a bite.

...

I wish I had appreciated my friends more. It's lonely by yourself.