Black & White

Chapter 2

Delilah's POV

Everybody used to tell me that being 16 was the best. But I've come to realize it is my least favorite age. Because you are trusted enough to drive, and make decisions for yourself but you are not yet considered an adult. I hope one day I will understand that logic.

It's time for another day at school. A day where people pretend to be my friends and I pretend like I'm happy. Maybe I'm just delusional and people actually do like me. I must be kidding myself why would they actually like me?

I have nothing to wear so I decide on a knit grey sweater with black jeans and all black converse. It will be good enough. As for my hair it's black and reaches my waist. I just straighten it. There is no point on doing anything special with it. Even if I did it's not like anybody would notice. So, I grab my back pack and walk down the stairs. My mom is still sleeping. She left me a note that says I can use her car to drive to school. The keys are next to the note so I grab them and walk out the door.

My school isn't very far from my house so it isn't a long drive. As I see the sign of my school in the distance my mood has automatically becomes worse. I find a parking spot and get out of the car. Great, another day of pretending.

I rush to my locker hoping I get to my first period early so I can get to a seat near the back of the room. As I walk down the hallway people I don't know smile at me and I smile back. And I think that's the worst feeling ever. Pretending to be happy. Smiling even though it's so hard to do. I don't remember the last time I actually felt happiness.

-------------------- Lunch Time---------------------

It's lunchtime now. This which is usually most people's favorite time of the school day is my least favorite. You're probably wondering why. Who could hate lunchtime? I don't like it because I sit there watching everyone having there own conversations that seem so important. They seem so into the conversation and every time I have a conversation with someone it is useless. It's just a quick 'how was your day?' 'Fine thanks.'

Fine

I make my way towards my 'friends' and sit down. Nobody even blinks an eye. Its like nobody even noticed I was there. So I get up frustrated and made my way towards the exit of the lunch room. As I'm walking I bump into someone. It's a boy with bright red hair.

"Oh, um I'm..I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to run into you. Oh my gosh I can't believe I did that. I'm such a screw up." He mumbled under his breath.

"Hey, it's alright. It's fine you're not a screw up its okay." I said reassuringly.

"It's not okay, I should've been paying more attention." He said quickly.

"Listen please don't worry about it it's okay. it was my fault not yours." I said.

"It wasn't your fault. But I have to go. Again, I'm sorry" He said.

"Please don't be." I said

"Oh by the way what's you're name?" He asked.

"Delilah. You?" I asked.

"Michael."