Me, and Everyone Else

Part 1

'Life before wasn't bad. I had friends. People who cared, and loved me. People who saw the other me. The real me. Now she's gone. '

I slowly open my eyes, and pen sat in front of my face, staring at me like he was confused. Pen was a rather large pit bull who weighed more than me. He stared for one more second before licking my face. I wiped his slobber off my face.

"Gross. Pen you got it in my hair. Now I'm gonna smell like you." I petted his head before he takes off to the sound of his food. I laugh before getting up, and getting ready. Today was an assembly for all classes, and we have to meet in the auditorium for who knows how long, for god knows what. I groan before grabbing my things and heading out. As I ran out the door my mom yelled, "do you mind taking the trash out dear?" I groaned and ran back grabbed the trash and this time I just walked. I walked to the curb and opened the lid. I dumped it and started walking. I pulled out my phone, and plugged in my headphones. I walked until I noticed someone at the corner of my eye. I looked and it was Brandon Sims. He was the same class as me, and he was someone nobody messed with. To me, he was someone I didn't care about. Then again he's just like everybody else. I scoffed and continued walking.

I made my way to school, and the bell had just rung. I took off running to my class. One of my books slip out of my hand, so I grab it quickly and turn to make it on time to my class with I bumped into something hard. I was beyond pissed now. I rubbed my head and looked up. Everyone in the hall stopped and watched. It was Brandon. I looked at him and glared. I could hear people around us whispering. I hear the bell ring, but everyone stayed. I growled before pushing past.

"Watch where the hell you're going next time" with that I headed to class. I told the teacher I would try making it on time this year. Apparently not with arrogant idiots like Brandon Sims.

When I got class I got lectured again, and then class started. After it was over I slowly packed my things. It was time for the assembly. Everyone had took off. I walked to the door and as I turned I was instantly grabbed from behind. I muffled some intense wording, and finally bit the persons hand. I then was forced up against the wall, and I was face to face with Brandon.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped. He looked angry.

"My problem? My problem is you." I wasn't intimidated by him. He was just another person who thinks he can rule over others. 'I can't believe the nerve of this guy. Who the hell does he think he is?' I grab his hand and push it off. He looks at me as if I was crazy. I straighten up and scoff as I walked away. The doors were closed and locked. I was stuck, I should say we were stuck. I sigh in frustration. I have to deal with him for who knows how long. I lean against the wall and slide down. I sit on the floor, and lay my head on my knees. I hear a thud next to me. I looked up to see Brandon sitting next to me. I scoot away.

"It wasn't my fault, you know." He looks at me. "I didn't mean to run into you. It was an accident. But it doesn't matter who you are. You're all the same." I felt tired of everyone being something they weren't. It just seems so tiring. "Aren't you tired?"

  "Of what?"
  "Of having people think of you as a bad person. I know it would annoy me too. Because people don't understand. They only see what's on the outside. And......." I trail off. Feeling like I was being annoying to him since I had never talked this long before. I pull my knees closer, and stay quiet.

   "Hey." I look up and see he stating at the ground. Finally he looks up and we make eye contact. "Are you a mind reader, or something?" He says as he looks away again. I gulp feeling strange about the situation we were in.

  "I know you, but could you figure out me?" I force a laugh. "No one would want to figure me out. I don't even want to." 'I felt everything was becoming sentimental.' I cleared my throat. 'I guess he doesn't even know my name.'