I couldn't do it. Do you hear me? I. Couldn't. Do. It. I looked at Hannah like she was my world. She doesn't even know I exist. I sat at my desk in the back of the classroom and stared at her. She was smiling that amazing smile that showed all her pearly whites. She was wearing her somewhat long brown hair in a pony tail. She had a My Chemical Romance shirt on and dark skinny jeans. She also had black high-top Converse. All her friends were laughing loudly as she told a story.
The bell rang which signaled the class was over. I watched her get up and leave the door. Her perfume left a trail behind her. It left a scent of a fresh summer day.
I walked through the door and walked in to the cramped hallway. I couldn't see her even though she was fairly tall. As I was walking, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I turned around quickly to realize it was only Mrs. Jonas. "You left this in my room." It was my notebook I always drew in when I got bored. "Thanks," I said slightly smiling then slowly walking away.
I was late to my next class. But it didn't matter. I was already failing. I walked in with all eyes on me. My cheeks burned. I sat down as far to the back as I could. I pulled out my notebook and started to draw. I never knew what I would draw, but it usually turned out to be a person. The next thing I knew Mr. Walker was standing above me looking at what I was drawing. He had his arms crossed. He stared at me with a frown on his face. He took the notebook from me. "You can get this after class Miss May. He always called me Miss May. No one else would ever get called that.
At the sound of the bell, I walked up to Mr. Walker's desk. I grabbed the notebook but he stopped me. "Have you ever thought about taking art classes?" He asked. "I actually am taking a few right now," I answered picking the notebook up. "Okay, see you later Miss May."
I walked out of the classroom and walked to my locker. Hannah's locker was only a few down from mine. She was putting on lip balm. She noticed me staring at her. She managed to give a little wave. I gave her the smallest smile.
She shut her locker and walked over to mine. "Hey I'm Hannah," she said smiling. Her voice was soothing. "I'm Amy," I said looking at the ground. "What class do you have next?" She took my schedule so she could look at it. I still had my schedule even though it was the middle of the year. "We both have Mrs. Allison next," she said. I didn't intend on walking together, but we did. I held the door open for her.
We sat down and the bell rang. In art class, I could always be myself. I always tried my best while there are others who don't. I sat down at the desk I always sat at. There was paint all over the desk. I cleaned it off and as I sat down, I saw Hannah had taken a seat by me.
I was thinking this could lead into a friendship. I don't have any friends and even if I did, they would all hate me. The only good thing about being alone is you can hide from people. They don't need to know the real you. The real me. The real me is shy, annoying, and one more thing. The real me. The real me is bisexual.
