Life is like a picture it tells a story and every picture is different. Here is my picture. My name is Jamie White, and I have three annoying brothers Nick, Jake, and Shawn. My dad died in car accident three years ago. Which means my mom brings a new boyfriend into the picture every once a while. I also have one extraordinary best friend named, Grace Weather who helps me get through everything.
Grace is the only person who understands how hard it is to be different from everyone else. I am the only one who rides horses which gets me made fun of a whole lot by some people who don't understand the skill of the fun sport. Some don't even think it's a sport.
Right now I am not at any horse lessons, but at a place people metaphorically call "hell". It feels like the clocks are broken because time is going by exceedingly slow. The teacher goes on and on about some kind of chemical in my blood, but I don't pay attention to her at all. I'm paying attention to making funny faces at Grace from across the room. This always happens when we're bored. We just try to make each other laugh.
The bell rings and at last its lunch time, where Grace gets to make me laugh even more than when we're bored in class. We pass the younger kids as they walk out of lunch. The freshmen always have lunch first, and then we juniors have it next.
Grace and I get in the lunch line; grab our trays and some milk. I get pizza, because it's the only decent thing the cafeteria could possibly serve.
"Jamie, I think Luke was looking at you in Math this morning." Grace grabbed some pizza too.
"Really?" I ask thinking about the one and only Luke Peters. With his deep brown eyes, muscular biceps, and slicked back brown hair, he could be considered a god.
As we walk to our normal lunch table she talks about her boyfriend, Ethan. Grace likes to brag about him all the time. He sounds weird. They talk to each other on the internet. She has video chatted him, so he is not a catfish.
I get a sharp pain in my knee as I sit down, but I don't think anything of it. Grace sits across from me with a concerned look, but then her face changes to excitement as Luke walks past our table.
"Hi Jamie." He waves, and walks away. I'm taken aback because he never talks to me. Luke is more of a popular kid, because he is one of the best high school baseball players in the state.
I watch him sit down at his table and then, the meanest most ignorant little bitch grabs him by the waist and pulls him close, Kendall Bagnoli. Kendall is the bitchiest person I know. Luke must be blind because obviously he can't see it.
When I was finished eating I went to throw away the rest of my gross food in to the trash, and I started to feel my stomach rising. All of a sudden, I was throwing up all over the floor with an audience to watch.
I could hear the people laughing, and others gagging in disgust. Grace comes up behind me, and pats my back.
"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" she asks. I turn my head, and wipe my mouth with my sweatshirt sleeve.
"Please." I squeak out, because I can barely speak. Grace takes my hand, and puts her arm around me. She leads me to the nurse's office. As we walk out I can hear people gossiping about what just happened to me.
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The nurse doesn't help me at all. She just takes my temperature, says its fine, and sends me back to class with a slip that said I was in her office.
When I get back everyone is silent as I walk through the door. I take a seat, and lay back a bit. Then, all of a sudden in the middle of the teacher speaking Kendall shouts out. "Oh, look, puke girl is back!"
