More Than What You See

Best Left Forgotten

"Before I started my blog I had moved a lot, my family and I never really stayed in the same place for longer than year at most. Though it's not like we had a choice back then, really the reason we moved so much was because of me, well the old me. Looking back on it I really see how the events that happened in my childhood made me the introverted person I am today. You see growing up I wasn't the most loved kid around, to be honest most kids even adults were scared of me. I was the rampaging devil child that got in a lot of fights, I mean a lot of fights. Though most of them I didn't even start unprovoked, my whole life I've had to wear a lot of my older brother's hand me downs. Which made me look boyish, not to mention my shorter hair that was easier for my parents to handle, I was your average tomboy. I guess being a boyish girl can tend to get people a lot of unwanted attention from bullies..."

Tap. Tap. Tap. The rhythmic tapping of my pencil against the desk, calmed my nerves. I mean It was my first day of highschool, and the constant chaos of people going from class to class as schedules were still being fixed and reworked. It's been awhile since I last had to deal with this much constant noise, it irritated and confused my senses. Sooner or later it'd be to much to handle and I'd have to find a quiet place to calm down.  As the teacher spoke and the noises intermingled like a constant and never ending dance. My brain running at a million miles an hour and no sense to escape the overflowing tea cup that was steadily rising in my mind, and numbing my senses. 

Background everything was in the background and I felt the blunt hit of everyone's attention as the Teacher repeated my name. I was suddenly pulled out of my own head and back into the reality of the situation at hand, the teacher had been calling my name and I was so caught up in my own head that I hadn't even noticed, everyone's gaze was peircing me, I felt sick to my stomach, the words didn't seemed to be stuck in my throat I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried. I just sat there and tears started to well up in my eyes, I sprang up and ran out the door, abling to muster up an excuse to leave to go to the bathroom. As I ran I thought to myself, why I was even crying I didn't want to cry but I just was and I couldn't seem to stop. Then suddenly  as I turned the corner, Bam! 

"Arggh, What the Hell..." I look up to see a boy around my age, he had olive skin with dark circles under his eyes, and a small scar on his cheek. He wasn't scrawny but he wasn't toned either. I shot up and extended my hand to him. He looked up to me will a smoldering glare, the violet hue of his shone with annoyance. I flinched slightly but continued to hold out my hand to him, "Im sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..." I let out a small nervous laugh to maybe lighten the mood. The boy scoffs and picks himself and pats off his pants. "Yeah, no kidding, watch it next time." He scowls bumping into my shoulder as he leaves. I swallow the lump that had been forming in my throat. Then continue to the bathroom to hopefully find some peace for a moment. "Today's gonna be a long day," I say to myself with a sigh.