I walk into the high school I've known for over three years.
Waterbed High School, situated in the the beautiful and nature-filled Waterford, Oregon.
This isn't a great school but it would make do because of my parent's divorce.
See, normally people would disregard you completely if you were mediocre in looks and brains.
Sadly, I only have mediocrity in looks, but my grades show my vast knowledge of the world around me.
That means that I get criticized daily by people who don't even know me.
I especially am singled out by our schools "Queen Bee", Georgia Winters.
She has it all. Smarts, looks, friends, money, and boys.
I don't have half of that.
My dad was to blame for most of that though. My mom left with my other younger siblings, who were attempts to repair their marriage.
It never quite worked out because five years after my little sister, Elena, was born they divorced.
We moved to a different part of town, but that wouldn't matter because my dad moved to California with his trophy wife and had other kids.
After their divorce I became an introvert.
I wasn't always such an introvert though. Only after the divorce I stopped hanging out with my friends. It didn't help that I was starting high school.
But my family isn't all that bad. I have my younger siblings and my amazing mom. I get good grades and I'm only in trouble when I'm blamed for something I didn't do.
As I step out of my car, thanks to my dad's money, I see Georgia with her long and shiny blonde hair.
Supposedly she was born with it, but both her parents are brunettes.
She spots me and says "Look who just stepped out of her bat mobile".
All I retort back is a glare and leave it that. Her joke " the bat mobile" comes from when I painted a large yellow Batman bat that contrasts with the black design of my car.
I continue walking towards my locker and twirl the combination in. I then hear the chatter of everyone as I get my textbooks out for my first class, math.
If you're wondering how I know about my classes and getting my textbooks in the beginning of the year, its because our school makes us get everything prepared at the end of the previous school year. Great idea, if you ask me.
I walk down the hall towards the stairs when I hear a yell "Hey look it's the antisocial freak!"
Of course. That's who I am. Someone that nobody in this school will ever understand. I pity them, truly because of their insistent behaviour of doing unintelligent actions that could land them in the county jail.
They wouldn't care though, their parents can just bail them out. Like how their parents take care of everything them.
I sit at a seat near the front and take out my papers and pens. The bell rings signalling the first period for the rest of the year. This is it I think as I take in the students walking in and sitting down.
