The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 1 - High/Hell School

I, Matilda Smith am a keep-to-herself kind of girl. I know I've been called, mute or the odd one out. And guess how much I care about that? Not at all. In fact, as far as I know, my reputation consists of a girl with a few close friends, and the one who just can't make up her mind on her style. Which I'm fine with that, I mean a dress one day, and maybe sweatpants the next. Who knows, whatever mood I seem to have acquired that day.

Mondays outfit consists of whatever catches my eye first, by Tuesday and Wednesday I should be woken up by then so I spend a little time on my appearance, Thursdays and Fridays though are my worst days because all I can think about is my possible weekend plans, so that keeps me less room up in my small, blonde mind to think about my outfit and my weekend clothes are my mostly coloured. Even if all I do is text people I never will actually talk to in real life, and serf the interweb, dressing up is still fun.

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Education is very important, even with my naïve brain; I do think of the future, but like any other Monday I dragged myself out of bed, had an anti-wholesome breakfast, left over pizza from Sundays family dinner, made myself somewhat presentable and walked a few city blocks to my hell-school. Oh, I mean, high school. Most of the time, I really don't see the point in school. Most of the people here is girls dressing up for those boys who never notice anyways, and boys that just don't realize what age they are yet.

But there is this one boy I do have my little hazel eye on. That only boy I really do get nervous around and my inner girly girl comes out. The only factor here is I'm almost certain I'm just another social media page to look at. I think the only time I did talk to this hunk-of-a-man was when I was sitting in front of him in history class, and he asked me what the time was. And i answered to the best of my ability with having my heart completely stopped after gazing deeply into his green emerald eyes. I always seem to have a far away look in my eye too after even seeing him for a second. My heart stopped every time he swished his shaggy light brown hair, and had this half smile presenting his pearly white teeth off to the world; thus hypothetically making my ovaries explode. Too bad I don't know his name. Is this love? Lust? No way to find out, I'm too shy.

After visiting my locker and grabbing my books for the first few classes, I make my way through the crowds of desperate and tall teenagers. And suddenly I get shoulder checked by these girls I absolutely hated. The pinks. The Pretentious Whores, whatever you want to call them. They were fake, they were rude as rude can get, but they.were.gorgeous. I know certain boys drool over those two girls, but I know they don't respect them, and that's all that matters.

"Hey watch it pinky, you aren't the only one in the hallway y'know!" I yelled out, now walking backwards to see her reaction. Stacey and Addy are there names, and I can't think of any other name, which can suite them, other than, "Bitches". But I'm not the one to say that.

"Yeah, because you need all the room in the hallway because everyone knows you're Ms.Popular." Stacey said, obvious sarcasm there, probably one of her few talents. I dropped my left arm holding my books to the side of me, I walked up to her making as much eye contact I can, I don't reach her height with her stilettos on and my flats on.

A little crowd always appeared whenever controversy broke out and it involved Addy and Stacy, I didn't care though I gave Stacy elevator eyes, I smiled and said sweetly, "Hun, I cannot wait to see your future." once again, obvious sarcasm and a death glare struck upon me, but I continued to smile.

"C'mon Stace, we don't want loser to rub off on us." Addy said tugging Stacy's spray-tanned arm, lightly.

"Very clever, I wonder if you made that up yourself! Now make sure you don't break your skinny ass legs in those stilettos, that would be a shame!" I yelled, walking backwards, holding my books in front of my chest, through the little crowd of people when it felt like I hit a brick wall. I turned around, looking straight forward only to see a grey shirt, I looked up and I saw his face, I tried to keep it cool and apologize but he interrupted by touching my shoulder and giving me a look that said, good job. And he winked at me. I couldn't help but smile throughout the whole next class.

Science class was a daze for me, I couldn't tell if my day is going to turn out bad or not, but I still ended up with 2 pages of notes, but I don't recall taking them, my mind seemed to be in two places at once. It happens, we all have those days.

Anyone else notice the seating arrangement that happens every year? Front rows; People's only goal in life is to beat the person next to them with the amount of notes they have.

Middle rows; normal people who have there days where they want to be there, and the days where they don't. Also consisting of those who couldn't make it in the first few rows, and make oaths to themselves to get to class faster.

Back few rows; Quiet kids who are scared to let out there opinion or answer in class, and kids that defiantly do not want to be there and spend their times disrupting an laughing with one another. Just a little bit obnoxious, but can't be a hypocrite here. been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

Now I stay around the middle rows