Blue Genes

Chase Parker and Olivia Watson.

I don't have any friends at school. I sit at the back of the room next to the window, and i usually find myself staring out there with a blank mind. Senior science, advanced maths and english, and so on, i sit at there and stare at basically nothing. In the lunch breaks its different I find myself sitting somewhere isolated from everyone else in the school, sometimes i sit in the hall way, even in a class room. I sort of like being alone, it may sound really strange, but to me there are so many advantages.

No one can hurt you; you don't have to worry about being let down or disappointed because you only have yourself to rely on. I'm better off alone than pretending to be happy in a social group where everyone plays Chinese whispers about everyone behind their backs. 

English used to be my favourite subject. I used to rank first; always getting A's and high B's, and now I'm slowly making my way to the bottom, even students in the general classes where getting better marks than me. 

Everyone says my grades have dropped dramatically; I can't find myself to keep up with all my work, and i guess i just stopped caring about school, and marks, and ATARS.  I get home from school everyday and find myself sleeping every afternoon for long naps, that aren't even naps anymore. I have no energy to do anything. Days like these I usually sit and write romantic gestures that only happen on Tumblr, or in books.  I pulled out my notebook and flipped through the pages until I stopped on a random page.

He took my hand, so gentle to touch, his skin soft like velvet. All my trust was within his fingertips, as we ran off to catch the thunderstorm. We sat down in the back of his truck, surrounded by many pillows and blankets. We spent hours together gazing at the stars and the wondrous lightning created by the earth, such a beautiful sight to see. His smile so delicate and fragile, I looked up to him, wondering how on earth I was lucky enough to come across such a beautiful human being. I lay my head on his chest, and I fall asleep in his arms while the thunderstorm carries on throughout the night.

Definitely on Tumblr and in books. 

In a way i sort of missed writing, it was the perfect way to explain my thoughts and feelings and create a perfect visual scene which can take you on journeys  to another universe, probably somewhere i'd rather live and sleep for a hundred years than wake up every morning to a world the human race have destroyed. 

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TGIF.It was such a horrible week, not any different to any other week, but something felt awfully horrid about this week, like a virus or a stomach bug that made you feel like throwing up every 2 seconds. 

As I passed people in the hall way I realised how diverse people are. I mean, everyone is different, there's not doubt about it, but everything in school is so cliche. Like the smart people don't associate with the 'cool' or 'popular people', and you have your "look at me, look at me" girls, the 'don't look at me or I'll stab you in the face' people. But out of all of them; there's not one where I really felt i could associate with. You smile at the wrong person around here and you would either have the rest of your schooling ridiculed by girls who know EVERYTHING, or sexually assaulted by some boys who thought a smile meant a ticket into your pants. 

Maybe I should start my own group?

The bell rang for the end of the day, and after learning nothing, and putting up with everyone's bullshit, it's finally time to leave. I get on the bus, what'd you know?

Sitting on the back of the bus is Chase Parker and his D grade mates and his "popular because she puts out" girlfriend, Miss Olivia Watson. The thing about Olivia is, she was actually really smart, she got good grades, she was amazing in art, but her reputation was trash, and so was her attitude. Olivia was rude, self-centred, everything you wouldn't want in the world, but she was it. She was it. Just the sight of her makes me want to throw up. Olivia Watson was a 12th grader; and Chase was in her Society and Culture class, they were both probably the most popular people in school, but no one would dare question their popularity. 

I sat down at the front of the bus, trying to avoid the people at the back. All I can hear is their sniggering and their remarkably stupid comments. The rest of her friends chanted some kind of remark repetitively but i just put my earphones in to block out their voices until i got home. Sometimes i wonder what kind of enjoyment they get out of bullying people? 

Luckily enough for me, I get off two stops before them, I gave the driver a brief 'thank you' and a smile who has probably had a crappier day than me. Having to put up with screaming children and teenagers who can't even think to spare a smile and a simple 'thank you'. Just smiling at someone and asking them how they are can really brighten up their day, without having to do anything else, but i guess most teenagers wouldn't know how to appreciate the little things we take for granted.