Walking into school I had my head held high, I look different from usual and I'm acting different, I hope no one recognises me. If I just hold my head up high and smile at everyone maybe making friends will be easier than I thought, maybe they'll see me and they will come over on their own and just give me a place in their friendship circle and there I would have it, I would have friends. I don't think it's that easy.
I don't think this will work, everyone is staring at me and I can feel my head slowly lowering itself, I hate attention and I just want to crawl under a rock and hide, I hate this.
Suddenly I have a group of girls come over to me and comment on my outfit today, which was a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a simple black lacy top. They said how I looked lovely and they wanted to know where I got my top from, how odd. Is this what it's normally like for girls? After they got their answers they just waved goodbye and said that they'd see me around, does that mean I have made some friends? I don't think so, not quite yet anyway.
The bell goes and class starts, walking into the classroom was really nerve wracking as my first class had him in it, he sat there in the back left hand side of the room, looking out of the window with his brown curls falling over his eyes. When did his hair grow so much? He was staring out of the window at something with a brooding look on his face, I guess that's something I really liked about him. How he always had something to think about, something on his mind. Do you think he will notice me? I don't think so. I kind of hope he would just glance my way but if he did I don't know what I would do. I walk down the rows and rows of tables and chairs until I reach the back and sit in the chair next to him, he doesn't turn around. I feel slightly disappointed that he didn't but I'm sure he has a lot on his mind with his parents divorce and everything.
He looks tired, is he not getting enough sleep? I guess having your parents divorce must take a tole on you, that's probably what he's thinking about.
The teacher drones on about the Normans and how they came to England, I wasn't really listening. The lesson seems to drag on forever and I just wish that it would end, I feel suffocated in this room and feel like everyone is staring, I know they aren't though.
The bell goes and Hunter grabs his bag and leaves as quickly as his long legs can take him. Alone again.
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Hopelessly in love.
RomanceAs she goes into secondary school she is all alone, a shy girl with no friends by her side and no one who cares for her, her one and only friend left her and she is left with a gaping hole where he used to be... What will she do?
