The End

Chapter 1

It's the first day of junior year, and I could not be dreading it more. There's just so many preppy people at my school it's hard to be yourself.

Not that I want to be myself. I have no friends and don't get along with anyone. I don't really know who I am, so that makes it hard to get along with people. I'm the person who sits in the back of the class with their head down and doesn't raise their hand. I don't expect this year to be any better or worse than last year. I just want it to go by quick, painless, and without drawing attention to myself.

I may be the only person in this school who knows not to talk to the popular kids because I know that I'll make a fool of myself. I have accepted that I'm not like them, and I never will. I'm okay with it, too. I'm not a girly girl anyways, so I wouldn't fit in with them.

And yes, I'm a girl.

My name is Shane Tyler, and I am completely invisible to everyone around me.

I walk into first period, which is English class. I sit down in the back, hoping no one will sit in the seat next to me. Who am I kidding? No one will voluntarily sit next to me because I'm the weirdo that doesn't talk to anyone. The bell rings, signaling the beginning of class. Almost every seat is filled, but there's a few seats that aren't, including the one next to me.

"Good morning, and welcome back." The teacher says as she stands up in front of the class.

Everyone groans.

"I know no one wants to be here, but-" she begins to say, but she's cut off when the door opens.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

And, of course, it's Ross Michaels. Hands down the most popular person in this school. Everyone knows who he is, whether they want to or not. He's the quarterback for the varsity football team, and everyone loves him. I don't know him well, I only know what everyone else knows.

"It's alright. You can take a seat next to anyone you want." She says.

Everyone, myself included, expects him to sit next to Maggie Larsen. She is hands down the second most popular person in this school. So, it's natural common sense for them to be a thing, but here's the crazy part...they're not!

"Sweet," Ross says as he heads to the back of the room. At this point, I assume he'll sit next to the football players.

He sits next to me.

I look up and I can tell I have a confused look on my face. He looks at me and gives me a small, gentle smile. I try to scoot over so he can have more room since the two desks are pushed together so they're side by side.

"What are you doing?" He whisper as he leans closer to me.

I look over at him, my heart racing. I know this guy can ruin my life if I say the wrong thing. But, then again, I don't have much for him to ruin.

"Scooting over." I say as my voice cracks.

"Why? Am I repulsive to you or something?" He whispers over the teacher.

"No,"

"Do I smell bad?" He asks.

"No,"

"Then why are you moving?" He asks. His assertiveness catches me off guard at first.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Are you giving me more room?" He asks.

"I guess," I say quietly.

"You don't need to, I'm just another person. I don't deserve any more room than you do." He whispers as he leans in closer to me. "Come back over." I probably look scared and uncomfortable, because I am. I never really talk to anyone unless I really have to.