Notice

Chapter 2

I slap my book shut, and sigh. I look out the window, at the moving houses and trees, that are just simple blurs as the school bus speeds down the road. I look down to the white hard cover book and smile to myself, happy that I finished another book.  I run my fingers across the smooth surface of the book, and then I hold it up to my nose, and smell deeply.

I don't know why, but I've always liked the smell of books. Especially when I've just finished them.

I notice that were only a few minutes from my high school, so I pull my bag across the seat and stuff my book into it, realizing that I didn't bring another book to read today. I zip up my backpack and push my brown hair behind my ears. My hair is naturally pin straight. It doesn't curl, or frizz or even grow in volume. It's the hair that every girl wishes they could have.

The bus finally stops in front of the school and the doors swing open. I zip up my winter coat and I speed out of the bus. I rush into the school to avoid the cold air, wishing that my memories of yesterday won't come back to haunt me during the day. I make it into the school, and I let the warm air envelop my face as I walk towards my locker.

I was blessed to have a locker on the first floor.  I turn the dial on the lock and it clicks open. I shove my bag into my locker and leave the zipper open, so that I can grab my binders and notebook easily, in between classes.

Suddenly, I'm shoved into my locker my face almost ripped apart by the sharp edges of my metal locker. I step back and my fingers un clutch from the metal. I turn my head to see that three top guys of the school are the ones who pushed me into my locker.

I look around, hoping that someone else saw what happened, but everyone is just leaning against their lockers, chatting about the weekend to come. I look down the hall to find the shovers laughing at the fact that some scrawny boy with thick rimmed glasses dropped his books on the ground.

At least they're not laughing at me.

At least they don't notice me.

I grab my French binder and a blue ball point pen and then I slam my locker shut. I twist the lock on to it and then I start down the hall, avoiding the people, who make no effort to avoid me.

You see, I've lived like this my whole high school life. The first day of grade nine, was torture. My old friends from elementary completely ignored me, as if they forgot all the fun times we had together the years before.  Grade ten was the same. That was the year that I started reading books, to keep me distracted from the fact that I had no friends. I started reading, and I started to make new friends, fictional friends, who started at page 1 and ended at page 438. So when that happened, I picked up a new book and started reading again.

Although most people would depict this to be sad, I can easily contradict and say that this is my life and that well, I'm used to it.

I reach French class, a few minutes early and I sit down at my usual spot. In the far corner, away from everyone else, but still close to the board so that I can hear my teachers lesson.

Ever since I started reading, my intelligence sky rocketed. I started to make honour roll and I thought that would get me noticed, when in reality all it did was have me forced to miss the ceremony where they would be honour me... all because my parents forgot about it.

                In fact that was one of the worst nights of my life so far. I was upstairs getting ready. I had on this dark blue short dress, that stopped at my knees. It accented my green eyes perfectly and I just knew that, that would get me noticed.  I slipped on a pair of black ballet flats, and then I curled my hair slightly, my heart racing at the thought, that everyone would finally know who I was.