Lost

Chapter 1

     The irritationally buzzing sound of my alarm startles me from my utterly fictional too-good-to-be-true-dream.As soon as I wake up, I take in the picteresque view of the sun sending numerous light rays through my huge glass window, making my emerald green eyes look even more brighter. I rush to the shower welcoming the undescribably relaxing feeling of the tiny warm droplets on my back. After a couple of minutes, I make my way towards my messy room one more time to decide on my outfit for my first day in school.

     The arms of the clock tick quickly indicating that a couple of minutes have already passed with me standing hesitantly in front of my large wardrobe biting my bottom lip. I finally decide in wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a mint green polo shirt. I put on a pair of comfortably purple toms which never fail even once to amaze me. I curl the tips of my golden brown silky hair successfully in a very professional way. I take a quick glance at the mirror and luckily it signifies and reassures me that I look good enough for my first day in my new school.

     In a flash, I scurry towards my black Mercedes car and I silently hum the lyrics of one of my all time favourite songs which is 'All Of The Stars' ,by Ed Sheeran, while driving. Fortunately, the placid atmosphere in my spacious comfy car absolutely manages to calm my nervousness. Time flies by instantly and I park my car in a huge parking lot. The crisp warm spring air tickles my skin and a smile escapes through my pale features.

     I cringe at the crowded stuffy hallway in my school and I repeatedly reprimand myself for arriving 5 minutes late. I grow more ferocious when I see out of the corner of my eye, three guys practically undressing me with their eyes. My head turns to face the floor dissapointingly and I scurried towards my first class. I swear I could feel everyone's gaze on me like I'm sort of a creepy huge monster, who isn't where it belongs. ... Their eyes are like intense torches and their murmuring that got clamorous as I entered confirmed that I am the one they are prattling about. I stroll through them to locate an empty seat, they are all taken, until I finally find a seat that is at the edge of the class. When I settle down on the chair, I perceive that I'm like an isolated ogre that everybody tries to turn a blind eye to.

     I attempt to ignore them all. It's extremely irritating. The first lesson is Geography. Our tutor is called Mrs. Phillipa Barton. She is a thread-like elderly woman .Her greyish-white hair is pulled back into an uncomfortable bun. Her black-as-a-spear-rounded glasses are at the end of her beaky nose. You can almost say that her clothes are knitted.

    "What if you introduce yourself instead of staring at my clothes?" a voice drags me from my thoughts.

     I didn't percieve that it is me who Mrs.Phillipa is pointing to. I rise on one's feet and straighten my back.

    " Yes, ma'am" I squeak.

     The moment I utter ,every single person starts convulsing with laughter. Unwelcomed tears brim my eyes. I blink them away unsuccessfully for who would like to show his weakness on the first day of school? My fucked up flashbacks are flooding my entire shitty brain. I can no longer control the pain building up in my chest, knocking me and beating me down like a stupid dumbass.

     An endless list of my insecurities and the fact that I'm not good enough for anyone is being carfully carved in my mind, taking my every breath. My thoughts are brought back to Earth by the ringing sound of the bell, signaling the beginning of lunch time.