The milkshake spiller

Chapter one- welcome to the end of the world oh wait it's just high school.

10 YEARS LATER

In a shady small town in the middle of nowhere you'd think that everyone would be friends with everyone or at least know everyone unfortunately that's not the case and the even sadder thing is I expect it. So when I walk into the hallways of my high school I don't expect hundreds of people to run toward me and hug me and say 'god, summer was so long without you'. Nope, however I know who will be swarmed with attention and hugs and kisses: Jeremiah Jacobs

I mean who wouldn't swoon at the sight of him? He was 150 pounds of pure gorgeousness and muscles. He had six packs and had beautiful blue eyes which according to half the girls in my high school were too beautiful to be true. Did I find him gorgeous? Hell, yes. Did I swoon at the sight of him? Hell, no.

I know I'm strange because I don't like him. I prefer the word weird. I'm weird. Always have been, always will be. I'm proud to be weird. But in a town as small as this, standing out in even the slightest way is made into a HUGE deal. So I instantly became an outcast and trust me it's worse than it sounds. Being an outcast in a big city, that's fine. The possibilities of finding someone who doesn't think that are endless but finding someone who doesn't think that in a SMALL city?! That is my definition of impossible.

So that's why on this horrid day (the first day of school after summer) I feel the need to keep a low profile. One wrong move and the whole town knows what's happening and suddenly they know who I am. I think I just died inside thinking of that.

The swarm of people surrounding Jeremiah visibly decreases so I make my move and I slowly but not too slowly make my way to my class which is straight ahead. However I'm not scared of walking I'm scared because to get my class I have to walk-quietly- towards the scene and continue walking. This is really HARD when so many people are there ready to trip me or mock me or even worse NOTICE me.

I shudder involuntarily and my heartbeats erratically as I start to walk.

As I pass the scene, I shake my head at how quickly I jump to conclusions.

As usual no one noticed invisible Izzie; I can't believe I expected it to be different.

And if you're wondering, no, my name is not Izzie, well technically it is, it's my middle name but almost everyone calls me Izzie, which is pretty cool because invisible Izzie has a nice ring to it.

I guess being invisible was my destiny.

Did I ask to be invisible? Hell no, well, maybe.

I mean I was weird, I guess if I tried to change that then I would fit in. But I mean, how do you change your personality? And even if I could change my personality what would I change it to? Apparently being a bitch  is the new popular.

Honestly society confuses me.

I mean what's wrong with being kind and nice?

Apparently everything because in order for me to have friends I have to be mean and slutty.

This is my last year and then I'm off to college in a big city, hopefully NYU and then I can be noticed but high school has always been quiet . I want out, I want a better life now.

SO I'll change myself, I'll be better.