Wallflower

Chapter 1

It was a week into school. I stood alone in the back of the history classroom, thinking to myself. I didn't dare try and socialize with other kids. They all mingled with each other within the final minutes of the period. I self consciously adjusted my shirt, pulling it down on the sides just as the bell rang. I pulled my backpack over my shoulders more than it was already and started out of the room when my history teacher, Mr. Domson, urged for me talk to him before I left. I mentally sighed, knowing kids that were walking behind me would call me a Teacher's Pet when I was out of ear range. 

        "Yes Mr. Domson?" I questioned.

        "Hey, did you finish that book I assigned you?" He asked me the question while he scribbled unlegible notes into his leather-bound book he always kept. A journal perhaps?  I nodded my head and then forgot he wasn't looking at me to see my reply.

        "Uh-yes." I stuttered. His desk had books piled, cluttered, and scattered all around it. Some with coffee stains, others with sticky notes plastered on them. He picked one up labeled "Slavery-The Untold Story" And handed it to me, finally meeting my eyes as his too small glasses slid to the tip of his nose. He was the typical teacher anyone would look up to, all the characteristics of a good person, good morals, nice personality. He was the only one at school I might think of as my friend. He gives me a warm smile before I take the book and cram it into my bag. I stood there awkwardly before thanking him for the book and leaving.

        I walk into the cafeteria, greeted by overly-loud mouthed kids, laughing, screaming, smiling, just kids having fun. I feel a little left out but then I remind myself that i'm used to it, no big deal, right? I walk in line to get food. Next to me stands a cute brown haired guy, really attractive. He looked at me and I smiled, my imitation to flirt, or even just be friendly. He looked disgusted and turned his back to me while chatting with some other kids. I sighed, whatever. 

        I order some Sheppards pie and scan the room for an open seat at a table. I see a couple of openings but decide to play it safe and sit by myself at the table by the bathroom. A group of exotic looking girls with perfectly poised posture and beautiful hair walked past me, sneering in my direction. I looked away, reminding myself that highschool could only last forever.

        The day went (thankfully) by quickly, took a few tests and aced them, ignored some rude comments from some stupid nerd herd, and walked home. I was fifteen but I hadn't gotten my permit yet. I would soon, my mother promised me. I walked in from the front door as it started to rain. My dad greeted me with a "Hey, pal." And went back to writing, he was an author. He was constantly on his computer, finishing his latest fictional novel. My mom wasn't home from work yet, she was a nurse and she got home late often. I trudged upstairs to my room, threw my bag on the ground by my desk, and layed down onto my bed. I pushed ear buds into my ears and drowned out the silence that filed my room.

        The beginning of school, barely a week into it. 

        I have no friends. Not one. (My teacher doesn't count.)

        And everyone hates me for some unknown reason.

        Oh okay, cool.