My bestfriend Diddy

Chapter 1.

As I walked into the classroom, my hands trembled, my legs wobbled like crazy, I felt totally sick and I had no choice but to grab tables to keep from falling. Yes, that is how nervous I felt the first day of school, corection: high school. I never in my life had felt so insecure, it's probably because I'm growing up and that is part of puberty. Guess what? Puberty is not really my friend, it seems to be my enemy, it hates me and now, it's proving it. Pimples are starting to grow and sooner or later I will have acne. I gained 19 pounds this summer, I look like a freaking whale. I used to be 120 pounds and now, I'm freaking 139. My voice is now so squeeky, it almost sounds like a squirrel's. My friends came on sight and as soon as they looked at me I began to wave like crazy but all of them seemed to not know me. Was I dead, invisible?

"It's me, Darcy!" I shouted.

"Mrs. Collins, please take a seat." The teacher commanded. No, I was not invisible, I was totally visible. Why were they acting this way?

As I walked to my seat, I felt really awkward. Nobody sat next to me and everyone gave me looks, nasty looks.

"Good morning class." Was all I heard before everything just went like "blah, blah, blah." It all made me want to sleep all day long. I lowered my head, hopefully, it would make me fall asleep. You know, I really like sleeping because when you sleep, you dream and dreaming is better than living. You can be yourself and nobody judges you. In dreams, everything seems better. Maybe that's why I'm not better than others, I don't live life, I live my life behind those fantasies I create. You know, my mom always compares me to others. She says I should start living the real life but the thing is, I don't want to. No matter how stupid or childish it is, I don't want to stop dreaming, I don't want to stop with the fantasies because if I do, I'm afraid I won't know who I am anymore.

"Goodmorning class, this year we have three new student" The teacher announced snapping me back to reality. I looked up to see the three children, correction: teenagers that stood all nervous in front of everyone.

"This is Tina, Lindsey and lastly Samantha."

"Great." I whispered. They were all the same. Same blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, perfect height, perfect tanned bodies, same bitches.

I went back and lowered my head, I knew what was going to happen then, it was all so cliché. They were going to become Rebecca's "best friends," more like slaves.

"Oh we have another student." The teacher announced. I immediately looked up to see a really shy looking girl, her long hair was all black and her bangs covered her right eye. She had amazing green eyes, why would she even cover them? She was probably my height and skinny. She would of looked emo if it wasn't for her cute, girly outfit.

What caught my attention wasn't her eyes or her beautiful hair or even her amazing outfit. What caught my attention was the brown fluffy plush she was holding. It was a bear, it reminded me of so many things. The way she was holding it, it was as if she didn't want to ever let it go. Her face was so familiar, yet I'm sure I had never ever seen her before. She was so different but so familiar. Her scent was familiar yet I knew I had never smelt it before, it gave me chills just to think about that, how could something be so familiarly unfamiliar?

"What's your name sweet heart?" The teacher asked her. Silence filling the classroom as everyone waited for her to speak.

"I- I'm..."

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Sorry, I'm just really nervous." She whispered. Her voice soft and sweet as she spoke "I- I'm Diddy."

"Well welcome, feel free to take a seat Diddy and the rest of you ladies, take a seat."

Diddy walked to her seat with her head down ignoring the comment of some of the jerks and bitches in the classroom. She settled her things down and I couldn't help hut smile. Her seat was behind mine.