First (1st in The Seven series)

Ch.2 Bonding Over Music

The next day walking into class felt...good in some ways, it was probably the first time I have been sort of excited for school, Evan is already sitting at his desk, I find myself smiling like an idiot, oh god I'm one of those girls...jeez...it's not like I like him or anything it's just...ugh I don't know it's just something about him. If you told me yesterday that I would be friends with the new kid I probably would have said no way. I'm not an expert at making friends, I'm a very awkward, clumsy and self-conscious person in general but eh he seems alright and it's nice to have a friend.

I take out my book and then a little note falls in front of me, I open it, it reads.

"Hey, how's you" we converse by writing notes it's the best way to communicate with awkward people who don't like talking to other people because of their awkwardness, I throw a crumpled piece of paper at Evan hitting him on the head, I hide my laughter with my hand as he opens it.

"Meh, you" it reads, my nose is stuck in my book and when I turn to face Evan a piece of paper hits me smack bang in the centre of my forehead, so it also turns out I can't catch to save my life... great. I open it note, also receiving a paper cut in the process, paper cuts really sting, like a lot and me being the dramatic I am, it truly feels like your finger is being chopped off, I squirm at the sight of my blood dripping onto the table, just the thought of blood makes me want to hurl,

"Same" it reads I turn it over and in Evan beautiful, neat handwriting it says,
"P.S I going to get you for that" ugh he definitely did, my finger still stings it feels like my finger is continually being stabbed, a paper cut is going to be the death of me. I'm positive I have a plaster someplace in my bag, I rake through the black hole I call my bag. Nope, just a lot of trash. Okay I'm going to die here and I don't even look decent or my definition of decent, my hair just refused to go right this morning it is really long and when I brush it, it goes super frizzy so it looks really greasy, I despise it and I was up all night reading so I hardly got any sleep, I paid the price and now I resemble a raccoon...great this isn't how I desired to die but farewell cruel world I won't miss you.

After my award winning performance, I glance up from my bag to find a plaster sitting on my desk, did he put it there I look across at Evan who is gazing out of the window. I smile placing the plaster on my bleeding finger. The bell rings as registration begins everything has gone back to routine Mr Anderson forgot to take the register and there were no announcements, all the excitement of a new student had finally quietened down but he seemed to not speak to anyone else but me whenever someone tried to talk to him he completely ignored them, most girls were not every happy about being ignored. Basically, the girls in my class have guys chasing after them, lining up just to see them all, except me I find that disturbing I also don't think I'm the type of girl guys like I'm awkward, stubborn, a complete nerd and I'm also really ugly...yeah...I don't think guys like that. Oh well, I'm not really interested in guys or dating I can write a ten-page essay on my favourite book but ask me to give the definition of love. Sorry. I really have no idea.

Registration was uneventful, classes were boring as usual and lunch absolutely terrible, I walked in the classroom with Evan and almost walked out right there and then, most of my class had decided to eat lunch in the classroom, well I'm not going to get any peace jeez why today? I quickly walk in and sit down, I look over at the front corner of the classroom and see Emma with her old friends the stereotypical popular girls who all happen to hate me, why is she with them? They ditched her, well looks like she finally left she stuck around the longest,  Emma glances over her shoulder giving me the dirtiest of dirty looks, I stuff my face right into my book, then a familiar voice enters my mind...it's Emma,

"Finally I don't have to pretend to be friends with her anymore, it will be funny watching her get beat up" she laughs, what is she saying? That was all a game, our friendship was just a prank. It felt like I had been stabbed in the gut and she turned the knife. I wanted so badly to run away but I stuck my earphones in and rubbed my stinging eyes covering my red face with my book, their mean, horrible thoughts swirl around my head, normally can block them out but now it hurts too much I can't do it! I hate this! I cover my ears with my hands but it doesn't stop. The class goes silent and all I hear is the sound of high heels striking the floor getting closer then it stops. My book is ripped from my hands and my earphones are yanked from my ears I look and see Abigail...the most popular girl in school(and the biggest B**** ever) she towered over me in her heels tousling her bleached blonde hair extensions slamming her hands down hand on my desk.