Different Inside and Out

Chapter One

Chapter One 

I can feel everyone's eyes on me when I walk into North High. I hate how everyone does that, just looks at every single part of your body and just judges you.

'Too much makeup' they would say, or 'Look who looks like a slut today?' Or even just the casual 'What the fuck is she wearing?' I knew walking into the first day of school from the 6 week holiday was not going to be a good day. Can everyone just get over the fact that people can dress or look a little bit different?

I am not the blue-eyed, blond straightened hair and dress wearing girl that everyone would see as perfect. I like to wear things that stand out and suit myself as I am hazel-eyed and have dark curly hair. I wear things like long skirts that go past my knees and band t-shirts, instead of skanky short skirts with thin strapped singlets that don't even reach their belly button. I usually get 'lovely' comments like 'Where'd you buy your outfit Jess? The dump?' or 'You look like a fucking dickhead.' Instead of taking those comments seriously and posting something on social media like 'depressing quotes' or some shit like that, I ignore them and keep on being the happiest I can be.

I wouldn't say I am the most popular girl or even popular in the school, as I find it hard to get along with girls that think they are better than me. I wouldn't say I care, I just don't see the point of being friends with someone who is only friends with you to make them feel better about themselves? I would rather spend my time reading or finding any other way to make myself happy.

I open the doors and enter the corridor, ignoring the more stares I get. I make my way to my locker and grab all my books for period 1. Then I head off to class. I get into the classroom, five minutes before we start so I can get a good seat. I am the first there and sit down in the back row in the left corner. I wait three minutes until students start piling in. They all take a glance at me as they walk inside. Not even thirty seconds into class, our teacher arrives with a boy I don't recognise. He looks over at me, but not how everyone else does. I am not sure how to decide if it's good or not, but I don't know how to react when he takes the seat next to me.