Dear Nobody

Entry 2: How a Glove Ruined My Day

7.08 AM
Cue the whining. I don't wanna be here. School sucks. I'm hungry. My stomach's gonna growl during class, that's for sure.

7.52 AM
Stephanie's here. "What're you doing?" she asks with a curious smile as she attempts to peek at my screen.

"Writing," I reply.

"Writing what?"

I swear she can't take a hint.

"I've got a diary," I decide to admit.

"What, really? What do you write in there? 'Dear Diary, I have a crush on Adrian Paul, heart heart heart'?"

"As if." My eyes go for a roll. "And you know I don't crush on people. That's your thing."

She gasps. "Meanie! But seriously, you'll start showing interest in boys soon enough."

I hate when people say that.

"I won't," I insist, glaring at her. "I will not fall in love or get married or have demon babies."

"Tsk." Obstinate. "Me from the future is cackling at you. But, if you... reaaaally won't, then you'll always be my kids' Aunt Lisa. Deal?"

"Sure."

We're both weird in our own way. I suppose all humans are. There really isn't a 'normal', is there? I mean, what makes someone normal? I just know that I'm not. I'm a weird one.

First bell's ringing.

12.02 PM
Some of the popular kids were playing catch. With gloves. During class. Our teacher probably didn't wanna deal with them and just kept quiet. Their giggles and occasional outbursts were annoying as hell. I just felt like they were laughing at me. At one point, they were. Because a glove hit the back of my head. And slid down into my hood. Stayed there. While they were gasping for air. There I was. In my seat. Glove in my hood. Laughing classmates surrounding me. Heads turning. I was sweating. So much. I bet my face was as red as it felt.

I wanted to take the glove, rise from my seat, demand to know who threw it, and then shove it down their throat.

Instead, I remained quiet. Completely still. A guy who once told me my hairstyle was ugly sneaked up behind me and retrieved the glove. I bet he wasn't a part of it. He was kinda bullied by those kids, so he's not really friends with them. Wait. Did he do it for me, then? Oh. Maybe. Probably not.

God. Is this because I forgot to pray? Man. "Hey Lisa, sorry for contributing to ruining your life, bye!" They didn't even apologize. And I won't know who to hold a grudge against. Then it'll be the whole group. Too bad.

12.48 PM
Oh man. I feel like everyone is laughing at me. It's like everyone knows what happened, even those who sat in front and didn't bother turning their heads. Even those who weren't present.

Wow. Me, having a crush on Adrian Paul? Stephanie is delusional, even if it was just some joke. That guy is a tragic piece of shit. If the Grim Reaper told me, "Kill someone from your school and get away with it", Adrian Paul should sleep with one eye open if he values his life.

3.07 PM
Good. Only one of the popular kids is here and their bike is a decent distance away from mine. I'm safe. Ah. Spoke too soon.

"Sorry about the glove earlier," are the words that come out of Matilda Holt's mouth.

I can tell she's trying not to sound inferior to me.

"Were you the one who threw it when it hit me?" I ask with an awkward smile for my image's sake.

"Well... n- yeah," she lies with a light laugh.

"'Kay."

I should be able to sneak some pettiness in without ruining my image and "relationship" with the poppies. All right, end of conversation. I'm off.

3.26 PM
Matilda Holt, huh. To think she'd take the blame for something small like that. Why? Does she think it'd make me feel better? Is it because we used to be friends so she just wants to make it clear that we're neutral? Well, she should've lied better. My grudge will be spread among the others, then.