The Loner

Chapter 3: Present day-

Zayn held my hand tightly. I felt as if I were on a giant roller coaster going a million miles per hour. We were walking on a pier above the crystal blue ocean. Just enjoying the walk, then he stopped, and looked straight into my eyes. Chocolaty brown pools looked right into my heart. Zayn grabbed me gently by the hips, closer and closer he came to my awaiting lips. Then... BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm clock was blasting in my ear. Time for another day in hell, I told myself. I never wanted to go to school. It was a living nightmare.

Getting ready in the morning was simple in my case. I never had too many clothes to choose from. I easily chose on a pair of low cut stone washed skinny jeans and an ACDC shirt, which much have been ancient, considering I got it from the thrift shop. I combed my hair real quick and messily fishtail braided it down my back. I swiped my lashes really quick with mascara and added a dab of pink glittery lip gloss on my lips. Just as simple as that. Nothing special. I quietly made a quick piece of toast, burning it a bit and quickly wolfed it down. I tiptoed out if my house, quiet as a mouse, careful not to disturb my father.

Driving on my way to school I thought of the crazy dream I had just recently experienced. As crazy as it is, I've had a few other dreams similar to that same one. I couldn't help but think it was destine to be, but I knew that was preposterous. Nothing that extraordinary would ever happen to me in a lifetime. If it ever did though, I just couldn't ever imagine.

Around five minutes I pulled my old, beat up pickup truck into the parking lot. I looked in the review mirror before I hopped out of the car. No mascara smudges, or food in my teeth. Good enough. I told myself. I grabbed ahold of my one thousand pound backpack, stuffed to the brim full of book and papers and slung it on my back. I walked the short distance to the entrance and obviously not wanting to go inside, but like any day, I forced myself to walk in.

I tugged on the metal door handle and pulled it open. I felt the cool rush of the air conditioning against my already warm skin in the spring heat. Walking down the long crowded hallways was terrible. Too many people for my preferences. People all of different groups were chatting away, enjoying themselves, and being with all their friends. After middle school, Lizzy went to a private Christian school. So I was left all alone, with nobody.

Passing the, as everybody would call them 'the popular girls' locker I couldn't help but look up to see if they were looking at me. But of course they were. Viviana, the queen bee scowled at me with her perfect makeup and clothes. After I walked by without making a peep, they all, started laughing together in unison. How low can they get? They knew they were at the top of the food chain, but why make others feel bad? I knew if was just one of the few hobbies they were actually good at.

Reaching my locker, finally, I opening the lock up quickly and opened up the blue metal door. As soon as the door opened, shaving cream fell ALL over the floor. Covering everything I it from top to bottom. The people around me were laughing at me hysterically, but I didn't even even make a sound. I grabbed a roll of paper towels from the bathroom and attempted to clean up the mess somebody had made. I looked up and saw the popular girls towering over me with little smirks plastered on their fake faces. Viviana spoke up, "It looks like all that shaving cream can shave your hairy face!". She found that incredibly amusing. As did her little worker bees.

After a few more minutes I got the mess almost all the way cleaned up. It made me a little late to home room, but I explained to Mr. Johnson what had happened. He didn't seem to care one bit. But that's how life worked in my viewing opinion. I took my seat at the very back of the room as far from everybody as possible. This class was pretty much get any homework done and then do what you want. The best class of the day. I started working on some extra credit in my math class to hopefully raise it to an A. I really tried hard in my classes. I worried about my grades. The only grade that was really hurting me was math. I had a B+, which was not acceptable to me.

After first came second, social studies, third, math, and forth, science. They flew by in an instant. Time for lunch. I was really hungry, but I was alone at lunch, everyday.