The Life of No One Special

Tuesday afternoon. 4:43 pm. There I sat at the boring table in the dining room. My legs kicked up. I often liked to read there, despite the plain colours of green and brown, but it was the room with most light.

I'm kinda happy about being the only child. I don't have a little brat poking about my books.

There I sat.

Peacefully reading "Looking For Alaska" by John Green.

I was only on page nine. I slightly chuckled at this thought.

But it was only Tuesday. My irrelevant parents would interrupt my reading to prepare for the next school day .

Ugh school.

The beautiful life of high school, where all your magical dreams get crushed. Yup. That's were I go. The boring school of Oak Creek High School.

I was no one special at that school. Just your average, straight A, sports playing , skirt wearing nerd.

I mostly hate Annabeth Carol. Boy was she conceited. One month her hair would be blonde. The next, brown. Then red. To black. There was absolutely nothing original about that girl. Her stages each year are "pretty bubble gum girl" to "hi I'm hipster and I'm tumblr" to "I'm just nerdy hehe" to "I'm in a rock band so I'm cool." I wish I could shove my pencil through her neck.

Marilyn Espinoza. The most silent girl I know. And quite lame. She walks around with one hand holding her other elbow for dear life. She had soft black hair with brown eyes. If only she had lighter hair I swear she could be albino. I did a project with her for English once. I pretty much did all the work. And not ONCE did she say a word. Already in my junior year and I still have made absolutely no contact with her.

So pretty much, everyone at my school is unique in their own way. Except me. Not one thing. Nada. The only thing I'm good at is volleyball and reading. 'How hipster am I, right?'

As expected my thoughts were interrupted .

"DAISY! SWEETY YOUR FOOD'S GETTING COLD!"

Did I mention my name was Daisy Grace May?