Day after day is the same but today will be different I know it will be. The first day of 11th grade and I'm already feeling good about myself? No, no fucking way but before I can keep talking to myself the bus came and like a normal antisocial freak I sat up front. No one ever noticed me so I just blocked the world out with my sad depressing music. We get to school and I'm already feeling sick to my stomach. I put my headphones back in my bookbag and then get off the bus and head to my class. Of course me , im the kinda girl who doesn't want to be noticed but yearns for attention and sits in the back of the classroom. I've noticed little people that I knew were in my class but then at the moment I try to not listen to anything anybody had to say some girl had started talking to someone that had walked into the classroom. Me on the other hand I'm curious so I looked behind me and right then and there it felt like he was trying to look inside my soul
