Oh, Marcel!

~Marcel's POV~

I walked into the classroom with my head down, dark brown curls fell to cover my face.

"Hello Marcel!" Mrs. Anges says and I lift up my head and smile then put it back down and walk to my desk in the back of the room.

I was early. Just like I am to every class. Every day.

I do it to avoid people. People don't like me here. No one talks to me.

I'm just a weirdo, an outcast. I wish I could just have one friend.

What's wrong with me?

"Heeeeey, look guys the dweeb is here first again!" Johnny says obnoxiously loud to his ass hole friends as they all walked into the classroom. It had been a few minutes since I found my favorite seat in the back of the room.

Ironic right? The nerd sitting in the back of the classroom to avoid the senior bullies. I should be sitting up front, so I can see the board better. I need a new prescription for my glasses or maybe better yet, contacts. 

They always walked in a pack wherever they went. They were never really separate from each other and it kind of made me wonder why they couldn't be away from each other? Were they just like me on the inside? Did they hate waking up in the morning too? 

"Ha ha! Yeah look at those huge glasses! Can your mommy not afford to buy you contacts?" Jimmy says laughing the loudest, making it hurt even more.  Because it's not that I can't afford contacts, its just that mom isn't around enough to help me get them. 

I keep my head down, nose in a textbook. I pretend not to hear them. I am deaf, I am blind.  Ignorance is bliss. Remember that Marcel. Its the only thing that really matters in the end. It will get you through this day and all the other days. 

"Okay that's enough, I don't need to kick you out of the class do I? I doubt Mrs. Arch would like to see you in her office this early in the day." Mrs. Anges says overhearing the commotion.  "We haven't even started the lecture and you both are already making trouble!"

I wish I could stand up for myself. I don't like teachers having to do it for me.

Why am I so shy?

Why doesn't anyone like me?

What have I done?

Nothing Marcel, I remind myself. Nothing at all. Karma will get them for this, just be yourself Marcel.

But what if this Marcel wasn't myself? What if there was another Marcel tucked neatly away in my pocket just ready to come out? 

Don't make it weird. 

Johnny sits down in the front and Jimmy follows him leaving me alone in the back for now. The rest of their friends also choose seats around them creating a cocoon of evil.  

I take just a moment to study each of them. Johnny and Jimmy both have the complete douche bag look. The only difference between them was Johnny was blonde and Jimmy had dark brunette hair, but each had a stiff peak of gelled hair. They stood as tall as or if not taller than me, both of them being the same height as each other. Their shoulders were broad and the biceps were always bulging out of their expensive clothing. I can't imagine why they would need to be so in shape, it was only high school. 

Grasping a page in my textbook unconsciously, I let it fall as I hear Mrs. Anges call the class to attention. I looked away from the back of Jimmy's head and tried to focus elsewhere.

"Today class we have a new student! This is Ember." She says as a tall girl walks into the room clutching a English book and an unfolded piece of paper. "She's just moved here and I would like everyone to help show her around the school today and get her acquainted comfortably."