Morning Dew

Truly Worth Your Time

    All my life I've been the lone wolf. I've never had any friends. I was constantly labeled...

Nerd.

Loser.

Worthless piece of shit.

Goth.

Emo.

   I guess the look for me kept people away from me. My long black hair that covered my face and my pale skin that was whiter then white out wasn't exactly welcoming. I looked threating and mean. I can't blame anyone for the labels. I guess I do look like a...

Nerd.

Loser.

Worthless piece of shit.

Goth.

Emo.

   I look. It was always about the way I looked. Behind the unsmiling face, the black witch hair, and the vampire skin, I was a cheerfully, preppy girl. I loved my family, loved my little brother, played the volin, and had a tabby cat who I fed each morning. Just like the rest of the school. But ever since 1st grade, I sat alone at lunch. Every time I came up to a group of people, I heard whispers of "emo kid" or "weirdo". So I gave up. I stop trying to talk and make friends. If people didn't want me around, I wouldn't force my company. So I sat alone. I worked alone. I ate alone. That was, until Emily came along. The new girl in school.

   Emily was your typical cheerleader. Always in pink. Chewing pink gum like a cow. Hair tied up with a pink ribbon. Sneakers laced up with pink laces. Always smiling, preppy, fun, bouncy. I took one look at her and mentally put her in the whore group. 

   I did to her exactly what people do to me. I judged her by the pink,  the way people judge me by the black. But instead of finding her place with the cheerleader whore group, she looked around the cafeteria once and her eyes landing on my lonely table. She flounced over to me and asked if I minded. I grunted and returned my gaze back down to my plate. She sat down with me and put down her lunch tray. She tried talking to me and instead of quitting after a couple of non-committal one word response, she sat with me the entire lunch period. She talked about the stupidest things with me. The weather, the teachers, the lunch menu, and the last book she read. She gave it her best shot the whole day. She sat with me in our common class, said hi to me in the halls, and walked home with me that afternoon.

    She made up for my lack of will to talk, to trust. She talked enough for both of us. She invited me to go shopping with her, see a movie. She tried so hard, she was so persistant, that eventually, I gave in. I went to see the movie. I talked about the rain scheduled for the whole week, about Ms. Piper being a pmsing bitch, and about the last Harry Potter book that she's happy ended well. I talked more with her in a week then I've talked the last 3 years of high school. 

   Because of her insistance, I opened up. Slowly but surely I began to trust. I wonder if I had actually found a friend. Someone who didn't judge the black. And sure enough, I had. I let her in and I trusted her. She was my first friend. My best friend. Because of her effort, I don't eat lunch alone anymore. I have plans for Friday nights. I have been to see the movie that came out last weekend. I have found someone who SEES me, not someone who LOOKS at me. 

  I asked her why she tried so hard to make friends with a random stranger. Someone no one dared approached. She simply told me that she thought I looked lonely. She said that the lonelist people are usually the most interesting. She thinks that the lonliest people have the deepest thoughts because the thoughts have been in the person for so long, they're well formed. But what surprise me most was not her logic or her reason. It was the fact that for the first time, someone judged me for my thoughts. Not my hair or skin. But my thoughts.

   She made the world a different place. She changed my view of life. She was inspiring. She gave me something to think about. She says to never judge a book by it's cover, because sometimes the hardest books to open are the only ones truly worth your time.

Hope you like it! As usual, suggestions and feedback! This chapter is dedicated to @BOOKWORMdirectioneer because of her support for my writing. She made this gorgeous cover, and the cover for Turned. Supermegafoxyawesomehot writer! Read some of her stuff, it's EPIC! #writersswag