"I was never truly certain of my goal in life. I may just be a teenager, but there's still so much I know about myself and those around me. I know my peers think I'm weird and out of place, but why should I look down upon myself the way they do? I c...
I finally arrive at the gates of my high school, North-West High, where the other students are flooding in. There are many friend groups chatting as they walk, but then there's just me. Typical lonely me. No one really pays much attention to me, as I'm considered less attractive than other girls, specifically the popular girls at school. They're a group of pretty girly trendy girls in my year that are always bullying me every chance they get, all because I'm different from them and the others.
All the other girls in my year try to be like them and follow their trends, but not me. I don't follow fake girls like them who think they're better than me just because of their money and popularity. They're exactly the reason I don't have any girl friends. I've come to learn that girls are just too much drama and toxicity and I should just stay far away from them, especially the popular girls.
I enter the school and make my way to my locker, hoping to get to class quickly without coming across my usual bullies, because believe it or not, the popular girls aren't my only bullies. I reach my locker and swing it open and as I start reaching for my usual supplies, I hear a voice call out my name.
"Iris, hey!"
I turn to look at the voice and see my childhood friend, Blake, approaching me. He waves at me with his wavy dark-brown hair, amber-orbs, and blue varsity jacket with North-West High's logo on it. He also wears beige khakis and red sports trainers. His build is tall and muscular - as expected of the captain of the soccer team, and has a sun kissed complexion. He reaches me, towering over me like usual, and looks down at me as if he had come across some stray kitten.
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"I was thinking that today we could go out to that new pizza place down the street instead of the usual. My team mates have told me some good things about it, especially the mozzarella sticks they have," Blake suggests with a smile displaying his perfect pearly whites. He is certainly the most handsome guy in school. He has all the girls drooling over him...well...except for me of course. He's a nice guy, but it's not like I'm as obsessed with him as all the other girls.
I chuckle at his eagerness. "Yeah, sure. We can go there after school if I don't have any homework to do," I agree.
"Alright! It's a date- uh, I mean...u-um...it's settled! S-See you around, Iris!" Blake stammers with his face flushing a deep red before quickly sprinting away. I watch him leave with confusion. He's been acting strange for a while now, even more strange than usual. What could be up with him? I sigh and finish getting my stuff from my locker, shutting it and making my way to my first class.
As I walk down the hallway, my mind drifts back to the thought of my late father who passed away when I was five. I may not have many memories of him, but I still remember him being the kindest and sweetest father I could ever ask for. What I would do to get him back instead of being left alone with my neglectful mother and cruel sister who put me down whenever they see me.
My sorrowful thoughts come to a halt, however, as I suddenly feel myself collide with a firm wall of muscle. I stumble back and I am met with the tall built bad boy of the school, and my usual tormentor, Jake. He swings himself around to face me and looks down at me with a dark irritated look.
