Hi. My name is Jenna. I am 16 years old. I'm not very popular here in High School. I sit alone at the lunch table. You might think that I would fell miserable or have pity on myself, but not really. You get use to it after a while.
I sat at my usual seat in the back of the lunch room. An Emo sat in front of me. She had 2 purple streaks in her hair, a black tee with black and white stripes on them. Her skin was very pale and her eyes a really light shade of blue.
I began to move towards her table. I took a seat across from her. "Hello, my name is Jenna..." There was a long pause. " I noticed you were all alone, and I just wanted to know if you wanted any company." She then covered the slits on her wrist. " Poor Girl." I thought. "Well, If you need anything, I'll be over at the back table."
I moved back to "my" table. As soon as I took a seat, the so called "Popular" crew approached the emo. "Oh No!" I thought. The girls started teasing her. "Oh look girls...What do we have here? Maranda, the Drama Queen of the school, picked up a plastic knife and pretended to cut herself. "A rare species called EMO!" Stacy the girl with probably the biggest "targets" in the school added.
"Girls leave her alone." I said under my breath. They turned around and pierced their eyes on me. " I'm sorry, what?" Margret said. She gracefully pushed her long brown hair back from her face.
