I'm Not Okay.

I'm Not Okay- Faith.

   I walked down the long locker lines halls of my high school. Everyone rushing around, quickly trying to get to class on time. I skidded my combat boots on the titles, slowly, hopefully missing class today.

   I stopped at my dark blue locker, near the end of the hall. I twisted the knob quickly, knowing my combination by heart.

   I was about to take out my books when of course, as if on cue, Ivy Mandel had to come. She stopped infront of me and look at me up and down. 

   "Nice shirt, did your brother give it to you?" She asked. I scruntched up my nose and turned to her. Insted of being the "amazing nerd" who finally stands up for her self or whatever, I just looked at her, and smiled, because a smile is the best revenge

   Later that day, during lunch, I headed out to the court yard. The grass was a dark green color, that reminded me of the color of moss. 

   I strolled over to the nearest table, with a few kids sitting there. Unlike in books where everyone runs away, they surprisingly all stayed, but of course they ignored me. I pushed my pasta around my plate. 

   All of the other girls at the table flirted with the boys, but one girl, who had dirty blond hair down her back and green eyes just sat there, feeling out of place. I looked over to her and gave her a half smile. Surprisingly she smiled back, showing off her perfect white teeth. 

   "Hi, I'm Faith." She introduced herself. "Tristan," I replied. "Cool, what grade are you in?" She asked, pushing some hair behind her ear. "Grade 10, you?" "11, but thats pretty close." Faith Answered with a smile. 

   Suddenly of course Ivy had to come. "Wow Faith, you are trying to be friends with her." Ivy spat. Faith glared at her, "Shut up Ivy, Tristans nice."  Ivys eyes widened "Wow, you think you're so tough! Bye." She shot back, walking away to her table. 

   "Sorry about her," Fatith said "She's just some skank."