Moths and Butterflies

Chapter 3 - Darius

"What's with that guy? He looks like a serial killer."

"What a loser, he doesn't even have any friends."

I heard small whispers around me as I ate my lunch. This happened sometimes, and again I was used to it. I already knew I was a loser, so it didn't even hurt my feelings. A few other people were talking near my table, but I ignored them. I already was done with my lunch so I threw away the garbage and walked to class early. 

Later that day, I secretly admired some girls and a few guys in my class. I swung towards girls more than guys, but I wouldn't mind it if dated one. I spotted one boy who sat in the near back of the class, he seemed a little quiet. I switched to the next one quickly though. 

As I got on the bus, I thought about how interesting it was that every person in the world was unique. Everyone has their own face shape and special characteristics. 

When I got home, my dad was on the couch once again, watching television. 

"Hey. I have some homework tonight, not as much as other days though." I quietly said to him. He simply nodded and I left him there to go to my room. That's his response to just about anything, a small nod. For some reason it bugs me, especially when I'm trying to tell him something important. I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling before getting up again and grabbing my laptop. This is how every day goes for me. It's always boring, simple, and barely interesting. I don't even have internet friends to talk to.

I went on a story writing website and read a few things before switching to youtube. I always liked going on there since there's always new things to watch or listen to. So that's what I did for the rest of the afternoon. By the time it was nine I suddenly remembered I had homework.

"Of course I forgot again.. god I'm such a idiot.." I whispered to myself, frustrated that I did it once again for the 500th time. I started to work on it finally and by the time I finished my dad was already in bed, sound asleep and it was 1am in the morning. I sighed, feeling both not tired and tired at the same time. I laid down again and tried to get a little bit of sleep before I had to wake up at 6.

All this silence in my life needed to stop.. but yet I was too nervous to change it. So I guess that I would just wait. Like I've done for the past many years of my life.