Unwanted

"What's up bitch." Nicole says as she shoves me into the lockers. "You gona talk or not." This is just the part of my daily life. I have exactly one friend. My life is hell . Every day I get in a yelling match with my mom, get beaten by Nicole , made fun of by everyone, get abused by my dad, and last but not least cut. I know it's sad but I'm used to it. It doesn't hurt anymore. The pain from cutting feels good.

"Maybe the fat ass would rather die than talk." One of Nicole's minions pipes up.

"Exactly my point. Go die bitch." Nicole snears before walking away. I sigh. Maybe their right. Maybe everyone would be happier if I died or just disappeared off the face of the earth. No I can't think like that. I can't leave my brother with my parents he'll die and if I'm gone Sadie will be all by herself. I can't do that to them. If only all my tormentors could just disappear. The bell rings and I hurry to class. I wonder were Sadie is, it's not like her to miss school. What if she had another 'accident'? What if her dad locked her In her room again? My worried thoughts are interrupted by Ms. Bricks introducing some new kid. "Class this is Brandon Chance, I hope you are all nice to him and help him fit in." I look up at Brandon. He's cute an of to fit in alright. Brandon's about 6 ft. tall with brown hair, ice blue eyes, and freckles all over his face. The cheerleaders all start whispering to each other , no doubt about who gets to date him first. I roll my eyes. I'd much rather be a nerd an outcast or what ever you want to call me then be one of those air heads. Ms. Bricks directs Brandon to the only empty desk, which just happens to be the desk next to me. "Ms. Grace would you please show Mr. Chance around during lunch." Ms. Bricks asks me . (More like orders me.) I nod. This new kid is gona be the death of me. When Nicole sees me showing Brandon around she'll flip.

"So your the one who's gona show me around?" Brandon asks me curiously. I nod. "As you know my names Brandon, what's your name?"

"M-My names A-Avalon Grace." I stutter. Silently I curse my shyness.

"Avalon" he says my name slowly before continuing ," I like that name it's pretty." Brandon continues to stare at me for awhile." Do you have any nicknames?" I'm caught off guard. Yes I have nicknames........ But not nice ones.

"Y-Yes you c-can ca-all me Ava o-or A or Av or Avril." Those are the few nicknames I have that I actually like.

"Avril? There's no I in Avalon." His eye brows furrow in confusion. I sigh. That nickname always confuses people.

" it's a combination of my middle name, Cali, and my first name, Avalon." It's hard to explain.

"What about the r?" He's still confused. Of course. "Anyway what are we supposed to do for our class work?" I groan, because of our (awkward) conversation I hadn't been paying attention.

"For once I have no idea." Brandon chuckles. "What! What's so funny?!?!"

"Your face."ouch that hurt. I'm not sure why it hurt but it did. Brandon reads my expression. His laughter dies immediately. "I didn't mean your...... Look i....... I meant your expression." My mouth forms an O. That's not what I'm used to people meaning. I wonder if there's something mentally wrong with him because he's actually being nice to me. He looks at me quizzically. "What do you mean your not used to people being nice. Oh and yes I'm sane." Did I say that out loud. I guess I did. My cheeks heat up and I blush. Apparently there's something funny about me blushing, because Brandon starts laughing again.

"Mr. Chance Ms. Grace! Will you two please talk during lunch and not class!" Ms. Bricks scolds. The whole class starts laughing. At me. I nod and start on my work. The whole class I couldn't concentrate on my class work because someone kept passing me notes and trying to talk to me. That someone is Brandon. After class he walked with me towards the lunch room. Commenting on random things.