Alone

I was never the kind of person who was outgoing. I've never went out and partied, never had flings, never had sleepovers, never had sex, never got drunk, and never took drugs... Like normal teenagers would be doing. No, I'm not like that. I'd rather take walks to the park early in the morning to late at night. I would be taking pictures of the flamboyant flowers that would grow around the trees, watching the old couple help each other waddle to the bench and the kids play tag. Something about watching other people be happy calmed me.

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"It was absolutely wonderful Alice!"

My friend Dakota yells into the phone almost rupturing my eardrums. She's going on about her new boyfriend who took her on a date recently. I didn't trust this boy, Zayn Malik. He was one of the guys you look at and you can tell he spends his free time getting chicks, going to bars, and getting high.

" Kota I worry about you, don't you think that this boy is trouble?" I sigh.

"Don't worry. He's really kind when you get to know him I promise!" She says almost to enthusiastically.

"Fine, but I have to get ready to go to school"

"Great! See ya there Al"

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Summer break was over.

I step through the heavy steal doors of the school. I look around to no one is excited to start hell again. They all kind of look like lost zombies, to tired to understand because their mothers dragged them out of bed and pushed them out the door.

I make my way to my locker. And sling my backpack off my shoulder. I look at my hand where I wrote my combination and my classes I had for the day. "33-41-23" I whisper to myself. I'm violently shoved onto the floor.

Harry Styles.

I know this all to well. He was one of the preppy boys. He was a dick to anyone who was weaker than him.

"C'mon Alice get out of wonderland" he smirks and winks at the girls passing.

I just glare and grab the books that I have drooped. I didn't want any more attention on me. I never talked to him. He enjoys being snapped at. I didn't want to cause any problems because I know he'd win any fight he got into. He teases me in any way even though he knows he won't get a very big response.

Finally he leaves with his fake snotty girlfriend Bre. She was orange, her hair was bleached blond, and her eyebrows were drawn on. Dakota and I question each other about how many STDs she has. It always comes back as inconclusive.

I later run into Kota. Zayn's arm around her waist flirting. She giggles and looks at me.

"Hey Al" she smiles. She looks so happy.

I look at Zayn. He's wearing the classic leather jacket. He rolls up his sleeves. Of corse, tattoos covering every inch of his arms. You can smell the cigarettes he must have been smoking before he came.

I look back at her and realise she had been talking to me the whole time I was trying to approve her boyfriend.

I fake smile and nod a little.

We go our separate ways.

I spend the rest of the day doodling on papers. Listening to lectures and rules. Staring at walls covered in motivating posters that never actually gets anyone motivated.

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I throw my bag onto my bedroom floor. I lay on my bed. I look at my own posters of all the bands, pictures, drawings I love. I relax. Finally.

I'm alone.

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Sorry this was to short. This is my first time writing anything .xx