An Ordinary Day. Or so You thought

Beginning

My feet stumble the long halls every day. My legs slip around from class to class instantaneously every day. My mind wanders to places only I see during such times every day. It's a repeating cycle. One day it changed...
It started off as every other day would
Me listening to whatever music comes on as I sit on the hard fake leather seat of the bus. I sit only me. In a Haze. I Channel the world around me away. As I stare out the small bus window I see the dew on the grass and tree leaves. The winding road ahead and behind. Houses upon houses wiz past in a blur. But what catches my attention is the reflection in the Bus window. Someone I know too well. Someone I'm not fond of... Myself. As my dark blue eyes avert the direction of the reflection they keep wandering their way back. To a sight I wish not to see. Then woosh a small paper object hits my head as ignorant high schoolers chuckle at my reaction. I whip my head back and not to glare but softly look at them. Almost as if I was asking them to stop. But instead another gets thrown or perhaps, they yell at me, or insult me. I don't look out the window after that in fear of getting hit by a oh so dreaded paper ball again. I just sit there trying not to focus on them laughing and talking about me. I feel the rage bubble up within me. But it gets tossed aside from the soul emotion of loneliness. For no one stands up for me. I sit here by myself on this uncomfortable fake leather every day a loner...
I've become more and more auto pilot. Part of a repeating cycle. A round about routine. Walking through my life as if it was already planned for me. After I get off the bus I walk down the long side walk between schools Getting shoved side to side by the surrounding people. But I don't notice it. When I arrive closer to the school I always go to the side of the building over the Cement ceiling. I walk along the small path until I get to the entrance. I slowly walk up to the door and open it for rarely any one holds it for me. I shuffle my way through the mass crowd of people anticipating the walk to their locker. When I find my safe place. It's a small area near the LGI doors where almost no one goes. Other than the people I so call my friends.But still as they come one by one I don't notice. They ignore me as if I weren't there Invisible. I Look toward my feet and think about what my day's gonna be like. Almost planning it out entirely. I put on the "smile" everyone wants to to see the act of being energetic, when inside I'm drained of all my energy. I laugh at jokes. The joke I always think of is my life. During 5th period is when I'm finally by myself for no one cares for my existence. I sit on the high table in the back. I put my hood up put my headphones in and try to work. But every thought and emotion comes swirling back. A tear drops from my eye to my cheek and finally down my chin. A black stain from the mascara on my face. I make the excuse of I was trying to put my contact back in and my eyes started to water. And my teacher lets me go rinse it off in the bathroom. As I walk down the hall past my locker and head into the bathroom. The first thing I do is check if any ones there, there isn't. No sound, no movement, no feet on the bottom of these stalls. I was alone. But when was I really not alone?