Overlooked

Chapter 1: The Start of an Interesting Year...or Maybe My Doom

Chapter 1: The Start of an Interesting Year...or Maybe My Doom

Do you know that feeling when you're there but you're not? Or when you're doing something but not experiencing it? This is a common for me. All the time it feels like I'm hovering over my body, watching myself function, but it's like I'm not taking a part in anything. This probably makes no sense, but this is what I've felt like for the past two years. And this feeling only heightens in one place. School.

As I'm going down the halls of Gray High School- yes, Gray, which let me tell you, describes it perfectly- I am unable to understand the excitement. I mean, it would probably help if I had friends, or even a little bit of a social life, because in all honesty, if you tried to look up my social life, and something was actually able to be found, it would look like this.

Trinket's Social Life noun

Her social life is a loose term that describes Trinket's connection to Netflix, books, and her dogs.

Synonym Nothing

Even with those two years ago, though, I had hated this place. The only thing that happens in this hell hole is my stress rises over grades, my future, and even my social life. Overall though, this place is where dreams go to die.

I make my way to the back of the school to my locker, which is in a small hallway with two others, and I can already tell that it's going to be an...interesting year, for lack of better words.

Standing in front of me are the Vultures- well, at least that's what I call them. No, they don't bully me, I'm too invisible for that—well actually, opaque might be a better word. They do make me want to claw my eyes out, though. There's Dylan Crow with his ironically blonde hair and straight teeth, Craig Perri with his against the dress code muscle tee, London Trill with her too high heels, and Leighton Cadwell with her beautiful face. Now before you ask, yes, I did call Leighton Cadwell beautiful, because even though I think that their crowd belongs in the garbage, Leighton is hot and I may or may not have a girl crush on her. I mean, they all are attractive, I probably have a crush on all of them. Their personalities out weigh that most of the time though, unfortunately. This will definitely be fun- can you hear my sarcasm?

"Excuse me," I say to Craig who is leaning against my locker. "Yeah, one sec," he mutters, holding his finger in front of my face and continuing with his conversation. Well, that's not going to work for me, so my impatient self goes behind him, knocks his leg that was against my locker off, and I push him out of the way. Since he has a good six inches on me, he doesn't fall over, but let me tell you, he does get pissed.

"Who do you think you are?" he asks incredulously, obviously not used to being disrespected. This is not good on my part because I'm honestly not good with confrontations, I just get impatient. So what do I do? Ignore him.

"Excuse me? He was talking to you," I hear a nasally voice screech. Ahh, London. To this I remark in my head 'and I was ignoring you.'  Well at least I thought it was in my head.

"What?!" She screams, "Do you know who I am?" 'Yeah, a bitch.' Oops, it came out again. I may have let that one slip on purpose, to be honest. Before London could come at me though, an unwanted savior came. "Now London," Dylan started while holding her back, "do you really want to ruin your new nails on someone like her?" Someone like me, really? It ended up working though as it caused her to strut away, dragging Craig along with her, while she held an L on her forehead pointed towards me. What is this, 2011?

Ignoring them I turn to my locker and open it, only to feel two pairs of eyes on me. I roll my eyes and turn to the remaining Vultures waiting to get this over with.

"Yes?" I ask after no one saying anything. Dylan then turns back to the locker next to mine, revealing that he is the Vulture with the locker in this hallway, and Leighton takes the reigns. "Sorry about that, London's not good with people and Craig's well, Craig" She explains, I guess trying to be funny too. At least she has her good looks. "It's alright," I say, giving her a slight smile. "So what's your name? Charm?" she asks, trying to continue the conversation. "Trinket," I mutter, simultaneously trying not to laugh at her trying to think of a synonym to Trinket, being hurt that she didn't know my name even though I used to be close to her brother, and feeling nostalgic for...personal reasons. "Oh, right, well I just wanted to let you know that we probably won't bother you that much," as if, "but it's just that Dylan's locker is at the back of the school, you know, away from teachers." "Right, well maybe try the bathrooms or something," I reply, seeing her smile fall. Sorry, but I don't want to deal with them.

Without waiting for her response, I shove my things in my locker, all but a pencil, empty folder, and my phone, and I shut my locker, not wanting to continue with this conversation. She obviously doesn't get the memo though.

"So what's your first class?" she asks. "History" I tell her shortly, not understanding where she was going with it. "With Mr. Fields? Me and Dylan have him too!" she exclaims, making me remember Dylan, who is behind her, standing awkwardly. As she goes to grab my arm, my phone then decides to go off, the noise resounding around the small, quiet hallway. That's not the worst part though. My ringtone is. To explain, I should tell you that me and my...Old Best Friend- or OBF- made it at the end of eighth grade and I haven't changed it since, which in hind sight might not have been the best idea. My ring tone, set to the FRIENDS theme song, goes 'I want to punch you in your, mother f*ckin' face (clap, clap, clap, clap)' and it is even worse than it sounds when you're in a quiet, three locker hallway. All Leighton can do is stare at me dumbfounded, but Dylan, he finally looks me in the eyes with a smile on his face, obviously remembering it.

Anyways, back to my blaring phone. I finally take it out of my pocket, just trying to get it to shut up. I mean, who would be calling me anyways? The only people that ever do are my parents, and they wouldn't do that when they know that I'm in school.

Once I finally get my phone to stop, it is then that I check to see who is actually calling me. And whose name I see makes my heart clench and the air to escape from my lungs. It's him. The guy who used to be my...well, my everything. The one who I thought I could count on. The reason for me not having anyone the last two years. The guy that I made this ringtone with, the one that I did everything with, my old best friend. And not only is he my OBF- but he is also Dylan's brother.