Wait... I'm Louis' Little Sister?

Why can't I just fit in?

Louise's POV

You can do it Louise!

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

Okay Louise... Quoting Finding Nemo doesn't help you, it just makes you seem retarded.

Shut up brain! I am NOT retarded.

Are too.

Are not!

Are too.

Are not!

Are too.

Shut up!

I was on the verge of tears and I hadn't even entered the school grounds yet. I am such a loser. Maybe I could just skip school... it's not like anyone is going to miss me and my retarded ways...

You are so not retarded Louise! Damn you stupid brain! Why is it always all these crazy thoughts that invade my personal brain space? Why are you turning on me too!

I swear all these mental conversations with myself are going to drive me insane... Well insanity is always better than being a nobody... I may as well go insane.

Actually that's not a bad idea...

I was greeted to whispering in the hall. I was used to that. These are just the conversations of the hitchers. The hitchers are people who are basically nobodies with lives... But they have the life where they are always in someone's shadows... Mimicking them. It's pathetic. I would take being a loser-nobody to a hitcher any day. I like to make up little words that I connect with people who go to my school, I think it's creative. Maybe even abstractly artistic, as my art teacher would say, though I don't think anyone knows what it means... Don't judge.

I called the hitchers, "hitchers" because that's what they do. The cling onto people and study their way of life, trying to become one of the brain-dead followers, who are basically hitchers who have risen up from "just observing" to whatever is above that. I still haven't thought of another status for the brain-dead followers. And so, basically the hitchers, hitch.

The hitcher conversations are the least of my worries though. I still have to get through the day with the other conversations. I chocked back a sob. I had a feeling this was going to be a tough day.

 Wait... It's always a tough day.

Then, as if she could read my thoughts, Jessica, one of the "popular ones", appeared with her brain-dead followers.

"Hello, loser."

"Hi." I mumbled.

Don't let it get to you. Don't let it get to you.

"What are you wearing. It looks like something a hobo would wear."

(Note: I do not mean to be offensive. I'm pretty bad at making up insults.)

Her brain-dead followers agreed.

"Now move or I will, like, totes call Ben." She hissed.

Ben was Jessica's boyfriend. He was so not one to mess with. He didn't care what he did to anyone, and if his girlfriend badmouthed you to him, you had something coming.

Trust me, I've seen it, you don't want to mess with Ben or his girlfriend.

I moved out of Jessica's way,but she somehow managed touched me with her nail.

"Ew... I touched the hobo!" She shrieked, equipped with her own echo. 

Some of the guys snickered, and I don't think it was for Jessica and her brain-dead followers. I think it was for me.