You know how people in high school are classed in different categories? The “It” girl or boy, the nerds, the emos, the religious people…and then there’s me.
I’ve never been classed as anything since you could pretty much describe me as nothing. Sometimes I think I’m invisible, since others just run into me and keep on walking. I swear, there has to be some kind of law describing how you shouldacknowledge somebody’s presence. Maybe I’ll look it up later on my laptop, if I ever find its charger, that is.
I dug my hand in my pocket and grab hold of my special treasure: my iPod. The slightly broken screen reflects my constant neutral face and I let out an annoyed grunt as I clean my little baby from any hint of dust.
Unfortunately, I don’t think luck was on my side that day, or any other day. “It seems trouble’s out to get me” I muttered frustrated before getting up. I rub my head and bite my lip from also rubbing my sore butt; but I already did that, so what’s the heck?
“I think that’s yours,” I hear a velvet voice and look up, meeting dark eyes.
“Umm…yeah thanks.”
I notice he has his arm outstretched, his fingers clasping an object towards me. My eyes widened when I knew what that object was, my baby. The guy chuckles “Guess it’s that important to you, huh?” I feel my cheeks heating up and quickly grasp it from his hands before running to my next class.
“Thanks again.” I take a glance at him. He’s just standing there, smirking at me and waving back. That is just creepy and plain weird. I guess he’s in the “pervert, weirdo and desperate” category. I sneak one more glance at him to check; he definitely is desperate.
Math: the true bliss of life, the passion of the unknown, the love of equations…that I happen to be horrible at. I don’t know how I even passed this year, I got a D. I still remember that day. I was in my math class, sitting in the middle and next to the window, it was my favorite spot that I stuck with for almost three years. I nervously bit my lip and start to run my finger on my desk, and then fidget with the hem of my shirt again.
Mr. Williams passes by, holding a paper and slamming it to my desk roughly. I jump on my seat and look up to see him smile. Smile. When was the last time that teacher smiled? It looked more like a grimace to me, the way the corner of his lips twitched upwards, then backward, upwards, backwards…
“Miss Miller?”
“Upwards, backward…oh, damn” I clasped a hand over my mouth, realizing I’ve just said that. Some students that heard me laughed or chuckled quietly; sensing Mr. Williams wasn’t so pleased. I grabbed the hem of my shirt once again and waited for those three deadly words:
“Detention after school, Miss Miller,” I bowed of embarrassment, my hair covering my red face. “And by the way, congratulations” he continued.
What the…?
I turned my paper, dreading the moment of my failure in peace. I closed my eyes, pursed my lips and…shrieked.
I’m pretty sure my mouth dropped to the floor and my eyes couldn’t be any bigger than a tennis ball, or a baseball. But wait, aren’t they the same size?
…Okay, I’m definitely getting out of subject. The real matter is that in front of me lay a letter that will change my life. A D. I got my very first D in my long history of Fs. I can finally die happy…after I make waffles.
Note: FINALLY! I did it folks, I published my first story on wattpad after a year of reading stories here. Comment, vote and bow to my existence * pats herself on her back* .
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100 steps to heaven.
HumorAudrey Miller is a teenager. Social outcast, actually. She has a past just like everyone else, but you never knew it was a whole lot bigger than expected. People don't acknowledge her, not even a little bit. So the question we want to ask is : What'...
