Rylee's POV:
I walk down the hallways with my eyes down. My feet hit the floor in an echoing pattern. The hallways are empty. I am alone. Well I usually always am alone. No one ever talks to me. Everyone hates me. I don't know why. Maya Anderson walks out of the hallway to get a drink from the water fountain. She is pretty with long wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Her skin is dark like she had been lying in the sun all day. She takes one look at me and runs right back into her classroom. I let my head fall down again. I don't know why they hate me so much! I am tall with long black hair. My blue eyes are always covered by my hair. I am ugly. Well that's what they say. They also say I'm a nobody. A no one. I apparently don't mean a thing and I should not be in the universe. Jimmy Darvell says I should just kill myself and get it over with. It's not like it would make a difference. At first I didn't care. It was just kids being kids. Now I'm in my sophmore year and it still is this way. So I keep moving, walking, breathing. For now. But I can tell you each day is harder. Each day I find it harder to breathe, and one day I might believe them all. That's what I am afraid of.
