Unlikely

Just another freak

I adjusted my worn down back pack. It looked as tired as I felt. Life gets pretty heavy, and I let it weigh me down. I shouldn't I know but what can I say? I'm me, just an unpopular, exhausted eight grader. I bumped my way through the hall, shouldering past the Populars, the Ratchets and the unpopular kids just like me. If there is people like me why do I feel so alone. oh yah, maybe its because they all hate me. I have bad genes, I'm not exactly skinny. Then again all I have is anorexic bitches to compare myself to. I'm just being the bigger person. Bigger IQ, bigger brain, bigger appetite, I see no problem, but they all do. I start pulling myself up the stairs to my class, room 305. On the way up my sad old bag's shoulder strap breaks. My bag takes a depressing, embarrassing flight down the stairs and lands at the feet of a new kid. He was tall and lean, with dark brown curly hair, his black coat had patches in the elbows and fit him strikingly well. With one precise movement he bent down his slender back curving with magnificent power. He made his way up the stairs to me and dropped my backpack beside me. Bending to pick it up, I feel his large powerful hand on my shoulder. His tan soft skin dotted in freckles here and there rested upon my shoulder attempting to stop me. It halted my current action, interrupting my plans out of surprise and emotion not obedience. One thing it did not stop was this awful, but edgy thought swirling dangerously through my already crowded mind. I think I like this boy. I think I really like him. I straightened back up and looked at him in confusion. This strange, unbearably handsome boy stood in front of me, rummaging through his backpack absent mindedly. He pulled out a thick shiny roll of duct tape and began to work on my backpack. Soon he had finished. it looked beautiful, just like him. I bit my tongue, hard, and immediately tasted the metallic tinge of blood. Worry began to flood my mind as I realize the bell had rung nearly twenty minutes ago. This new boy must have been able to sense my worry because he broke my worried, panicked silence. "School blows, lets ditch." I had never thought of ditching before but now I cheekily followed this boy ( I hadn't the faintest clue his name) off school grounds towards the nearby park. I might like this boy more than I think.