Clara

Chapter 1

First day of school. Today I start my senior year. I could be one of those girls that believe that this year is going to be different, better, but I'm not and I don't want to be. I like to see things exactly as they are. My life will not change in a fucking year because is pretty impossible. I see all my classmates all dressed up and I don't understand why. It's just a normal day of school. You don't have to look sexy to keep your friends near you. You don't have to make fun of people who are not like you to be popular. I am not like any of them. All I need to have a good day is a METALICA T-shirt, black jeans and black lipstick. I don't talk, I just walk to the first class, AP literature. I'm early like always so I take my sit in the back of the class. I open my phone and look on Instagram, yes I have one. I don't follow any of the highschool students and I have just 3 followers, my sister, my ex best friend and her boyfriend. The first bell ring, some students enter and they don't even look at me. In front of my eyes I see Jack Pierce, Mister Perfect. Football player, popular kid, good-looking and extremely tall. I look around and observe that the only sit who was free, was the one next to me. He looks at me like not seeing me, like I am glass. I like being invisible, not people looking at me like I have to be.
"Mara, right?" he asks and I ignore him. No, dump ass, it's Clara, we've known each other since kindergarten. We never talked cause he was too busy being popular. I had a crush on him when I was a freshman, not anymore.
The bell rings. The end of the class. I wanna get out of here. I hear him calling me Mara on the hallway, but I don't stop.
"My name is Clara, not Mara" did I just say it out loud? Yes I did.
"Clara, okay. Please stop. Don't go on your locker, some football players put there a glitter bomb." he says. Why would I believe him? Is he feeling bad for me? No, he can't, all he can feel is love for himself.
"And I have to believe you? You are just like them, I don't care about any glitter bomb, I'm used to. All your friends made fun of me my entire highschool,so I'm not expecting that to change." I say and I feel confident, what is wrong with me? I go to my locker. What he said was true. I'm all cover in glitter. I don't care. In the back of my locker I have extra jeans and t-shirt. Jack followed me. Everyone around me is laughing, he just looks at me. I smile, with a really fake smile, at him and go to the bathroom and change. What a start of the year, maybe by the end of it I'll be dead.