Life Of A Socially Awkward Girl

Chapter 1

It was just like any other day. Even though it was the first day.

I got a ride with my mom to school, like always.

She wanted me to wear something pretty like a dress, but of course I couldn't. I mean, if I would suddenly just show up in school like a Barbie, I think people would look at me strangely. And when people look at me strangely, I blush. The only thing I did was my hair. It doesn't look good the way it stayed.

"Sweetie, at least take off your jacket. It's too big for you," she told me motherly.

"Mom! I'm almost eighteen. I think I'm allowed to dress myself," I shouted back and rested my arm in the open window. I wouldn't look at her so I just bit the nail on my thumb.

I was wearing an oversized vintage military jacket, but of course she didn't like it. I had been wearing it for years.

She didn't say anything but I could hear her silently sigh. "I'm trying to help you, you know."

It was my turn to say nothing. I would rather say nothing than something stupid. I did that a lot.

I was nothing like my mom. By that I mean NOTHING. She wore high heals, I wore flats. She wore dresses, I wore oversized jackets.  She had her back straight, I was like a potato. She was pretty, I wasn't.

Okay, maybe our hair was the same, but that didn't change anything.

My dad was some one-night-stand, so I never knew him. But my mom had had many boyfriends in the past. Maybe too many, for my opinion.

Right now she was dating this douche, all tattooed up, messy hair. But worst of all, he was on my age.

Well, kinda. He was twenty-five.

She was one of those 'sixteen and pregnant' girls. She was now thirty-three and looked even younger.

I sat there staring at the school, not realizing I was there until my mom called my name.

"Lucy!"

I acted like I knew I was there so I got out still not looking at her and shut the door.

And just there when I was going to walk away, I got dragged away with the car. I yelled of course, so a bunch of people looked at me.

I soon realised, when mom stopped, that I had shut the strap of my school bag with the door.

I blushed like a freaking tomato when I had to open the door to break free.

"Good luck, sweetie, don't do anything stupid!" she said right before she drove off.

"I will," I muttered in a long exhale, looking after her.

I walked inside hoping to see Blake somewhere close so I wouldn't be so alone, and awkward.

I walked through all the people, hoping to not be seen by anyone, which of course didn't work. I wasn't a ghost.

And finally when I walked into the classroom where everyone was mingling again after the vacation, I saw him.

"Thank god you're here. My mom's such an ass," I said quietly sitting down in front of him.

He nodded half frowning

"Yeah, I feel like I should rather date him than her," I told him scoffing.

"You?" he replied a little uneasy. "No! You would never date him,"

 I looked at him over my shoulder, my eyebrows scrunched.