I bet you think this story is going to be motivational or something. I guess it might be if your an english teacher who reads too much into things. But whatever. My name is Katherine. I'm not the most original person in the world. Everything I've ever said or done was enstilled in me by someone else, whether they know it or not. I am an aspiring author. I got that idea from a bunch of books I read once. But, It's not like it matters whether or not I'm original. No matter how hard I try, I blend in too much. I only have one outstanding feature, and that's my singing voice. Other than that, I'm pretty much that person you see in the halls sometimes, but you never talk to. This isn't very helpful to my self-esteem. It also isn't very helpful that my best friend in the world is getting a new boyfriend every month or so.Considering the fact that I haven't had a boyfriend since the sixth grade. So, you'd think she would be a little more sensitive to my situation. But, of course, she doesn't notice me either. Now of course I've had my crushes(who hasn't) but I can never talk to them. Besides, who would want to date me? LIkeI said before, I'm unremarkable. I'm not popular, hell people hate me. And with good reason. People were never my favorite life forms. But you know sometimes, I get alittle courage. and that's what this story is about
Today, I was walking throughthe halls when a boy bumped into me. I had never really paid attention to boys before, but this boy was amazing. I had seen him a couple times, he was funny and cool. and up close he was absolutley breathtaking. From that moment, I knew that he was the only boy I could ever see ever again. We made eye contact for about two seconds before he walked away. Then, I was shaken from my trance and I started to pick up my books. I rushed to my next class, my cheeks burning and my mind full of crazy things, with that boy being one of the more prominant ones.
I sat in the back of the classroom barely listening to the teacher talking about how to properly conjugate some verb. I doodled a little but everything I drew looked really wierd so I stopped. I quietly pulled out my book and started to read. But nothing could silence my thoughts. I needed to know more about that boy, and I had to get him to talk to me.
My next period was study hall in the library. I found a yearbook from last year. I looked through our sophmore class untill I found him. His name was Ryan. He was on the football team and the student council. He was one of the more popular boys in our school. I groaned inwardly. I knew I would never get a chance with him. I just walked back to a table and laid my head down. The cool wood helped me calm down. My best friend Libby had a chance with him, but not me. Why in the world did i have to get a crush on a guys that wouldn't even glance at me. God! It's like the world hates me!
The next day, it was like some terrible switch had flipped in our school. Everyone looked at me in this demeaning side glace kind of way. At least five people pushed me on purpose. I overheard people's conversations. "She's so mean"..."Never liked her anyway"..."she's ugly anyway".. "like anyone could ever like her" I knew they were talking about me. But, why? I had never done anything against them. I just there. I sidled up to my best friend, LIbby. She shot me this sidlong glance of disgust. "Why is everyone talking about me, and why do they seem to hate me?" I asked. Libby didn't even answer, She just gave this grunt that I assumed was her answer. I stopped in the middle of the hallway with the shock showing on my face. I ran out to my car and drove home
I'm sitting on my bed now, with my dad's sleeping pills in my hand. I'm scared, but it doesn't matter. no one will miss me. I'm goingto take them all. I hope everyone is happier now.
