Chapter One

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It was English class and it seems like everything we talk about is Shakespeare. 30 minutes had passed and I'm getting more and more bored every second. Mrs. Johnsons's voice droned throughout the room, but I wasn't listening. 20 minutes more.

Tick, Tock.

I stare at the board, with numerous words and meanings. Still cannot understand a thing. I  wonder about the significance of this. It's not like we're going to speak so archaic to everyone in this century. Although he's an amazing writer, it's so sad that he could bear all the devastating books he wrote. Now, I'm imagining Shakespeare crying while writing his works. What's up with me?  Trying to answer this ridiculous question, the bell rang. 

Finally. 

Lunchtime. 

I went straight to my locker bumping several people on the way. At my locker stands my best friends waiting for me. Elise Grayson, the mathematician in our small circle of friends, who is holding her books so tight like she could sense that someone's going to steal it any second, and then puts it into her locker, which is by the way near mine, her dark green eyes meeting mine and smiles at me, wickedly. Jace Ellison, the cute and stupid guardian angel in the group, who protects us from any harm, like, insects. I am terrified of them, since he's tall, I cover my body from his tall figure every time if there's something I need to get out of. And finally, Tricia Prior, the alternative nerd who secretly likes my brother, is fixing her overly sized glasses, which makes her look much more cuter with her blue crystal orbs. I still wonder why my brother doesn't notice her, she's like, the bomb.

I think to myself as I look at my best friends, if they weren't shy or even friends with me, they'd be one of the most popular kids here, like really. I'm a total loser, since I humiliate myself. An awful lot.

And people just want me dead. 

Speaking of death, I might be meeting my dear grave soon, for the reason that Payton Lee, the queen bitch, knows that I'm joining up the cheering squad slash HER little bitchy kingdom. I mean, I know I shouldn't have joined, but my mom forced me to. And I didn't want to let her down, she's carried so much hatred and disappointment in her life and I don't want to add up to it. And I happened to like dancing to. 

"Hey" Jace said as I opened my locker and pushed my books hard.

"I-hate-Shakespeare mode on" Elise laughed at me

"It's boring me to death" I dramatically said

"Come on, it can't be that bad" Tricia shrugged 

"It's torture, Tricia" Jace points out "It's so... pointless" Jace expressed slowly raising his hand

"Whatever, Jace" Tricia said

"Look at the bright side of the day, Max surprisingly didn't do anything to you since this morning" Elise said

"He's probably busy making out with half of the cheerleaders" I said.

Ah Yes. Max Thornton. The thorn to my life. The freaking dimwit who's basically embarrassing me every single day of my life. The most popular bad boy in this school, where girls fall to their knees whenever he walks across the hallway, where guys literally turns into gay just by looking at him, well, not really gay, but I think you know what I mean. He's a charmer, a player, and of course, a bully.

I remember in 6th grade, I was about to talk to my crush Austin about letting him copy my notes in Science, then the idiot came without me noticing it, he poured water in my bag with his expert skills in not making me realize. Austin looked down and saw the water pouring down. It appears like I'd peed myself. He laughed so hard that tears started to run down his face.

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