I moved out of bed to get ready. Except for when I tried to move, I fell out of my bed. That must have taken some skills. I got up, put on some black skinnys, My Chemical Romance shirt, band bracelets, a red bow, and my vans with red and blue on them. Then I straightened my hair and teased it a little bit. I don't wear much makeup, so I did that and it only took about five minutes. I brushed my teeth and walked out of the house with my music blasting in my ears. Usually I have one song on repeat but today I decided to listen to Memphis May Fire and Asking Alexandria. I sit alone in the bus, so I sat in my seat and looked out of the window. I got some dirty looks from people but I don't care.
Once we got to school, I walked to my locker, and people laughed and pointed but I just ignored. I didn't care whatever they were saying. I had better things to listen and attend to. Music things and Homeroom things.
When I get to Homeroom, I'm the last one there as always. The bus always comes late. The teacher and some of the kids in my class stare me down as I walk in. I hate her. I hate the homeroom teacher. I don't have her after this, but I have to watch her stare at me as I walk to my seat just about every day. It's so annoying just leave me alone. Sometimes she tells me to go to sign in late, because she marked me absent. Well, it's not my fault my bus driver doesn't give a flying crap whether we're late or not. But today she left me alone for once. I still got the death-stare as I walked to my seat, but I didn't have to go sign in late.
After homeroom I have Art I, which we can listen to music in that class. So, everyday I choose to shut out everyone and focus on my art and music. I want to make my work perfect, can't have an conversations as a distraction. I work as hard as possible, but only get half done. I walk out of the class upset because I didn't finish.
Next was science, I like this class, but since I was moved next to this guy who I used to be friends with but he now hates me, I hate it. He laughs at me and just ignores me in all. But he is always giving me dirty looks. Today I had enough. I walked out of class, and the teacher yelled "Where are you going?!" I can't believe she thought I'd actually answer. I walked down the hall, turned, and went to my locker. I sat on the floor and lost it. I started crying.
I sat there until the guidance councilor came over to me and asked "what's wrong?"
I just looked at her, shook my head, and looked back down. "Seriously, can I help?" I shook my head again she said I could go to the bathroom and clean up.
By now it was third period which was math and it was good because the boy I like was in this class. I walked in the room and showed my math teacher my late pass and nodded at me signaling that I could sit down. As I made my way to my seat, all eyes were on me. I sat down, in my seat, next to my crush. His name was Louis. He knew I had been crying so he asked what was wrong. I didn't answer I just looked at him for a second. Then I looked up and paid attention to the teacher.
I saw him looking down at my hand. He moved his hand and touched my hand. I moved my hand away and felt my cheeks blushing bright red. I looked at Louis and smiled, but that smile fell right off my face when I saw the girls in front of us looking back. They asked him why he was sitting with the mute girl, he gave them the finger and laughed. Those girls were mean to him even before he moved his seat, and every time they said something to him I wanted to punch them in the back of the head.
I wrote a note to him saying thank you. And showed it to him. He nodded his head and turned his attention back to the lesson. As did I.
