Tales of a High School Nobody

So, this is my first story, so please take it easy on me. I hope you like it XD

Tale's of a High School Nobody

       Lily's P.O.V.

       Here I go again. My name is Lily Ann Carson, I am in ninth grade at Bonny Eagle High School. It is a school for druggies, whores, jocks, and cheerleaders. I however, don't fall into any of the categories.

           Let me tell you about myself. I am fifteen years old I live alone in the country in Maine. My parents were murdered when I was eleven and my sister is in college. I survive on two jobs, and the check the government sends me every month. I have naturally honey colored  hair, from my mother, and beautiful blue eyes from my father.I have extremely pale, clear skin that never tans.Also, I'm muscular, but I have to work for it. I do a lot of sports and working out. Here's the thing I hate about myself, I'm only 5'2, and I stopped growing a time ago. I'm smart, sort of shy since no one will talk to me, and utterly alone in Maine. I forgot to mention I have depression, O.C.D, and a little bit of A.D.D. My sister is the only one that knows that though. Except the doctor of course.

             Here's my average day at school. Wake up, drag myself out of bed, remind myself to skip breakfast, get on the bus, sit alone, go to my locker, and slink through my first three periods. Then comes lunch. I usually don't eat anything because I don't have any parents to fill out the financial aid papers, and I never pack myself a lunch. Then I hide on the bathrooms until the bell rings to avoid the cheerleaders. You know how everyone says "You shouldn't stereotype cheerleaders! Some are really nice." Not at Bonny Eagle they aren't. They want to be the stereotype, they talk about being bulimic to get people's attention, like they don't have it already.

              As I said that is my usual day at school, but today I wanted to talk, today I was feeling brave. I went about my morning schedule as normal, until lunch. The emo table was always annoying to me so I went over to them, as usual they were talking about cutting or something morbid like that. (A/N sorry anyone who's emo. The school I'm talking about everything's annoying.) I stomped up to their table and slammed my hands down. "What do you guys have to be sad about? Huh?" I shouted, "I bet none of you guys actually have depression, if you did you'd know that it's a hell, and if you actually had depression like me you'd know that when we cut we cover it up! So nobody else notices your problems! You guys are just posers looking for attention. Oh, and those scars are only about three layers deep." I end with a huff. The emos look like they'd seen a ghost. It was fantastic!

         As I walk to the bathroom I overhear two cheerleaders talking,

         "I didn't even know she could talk." Said one of those bitches. Okay that's it. With some of the energy yelling at the emos gave me I go up to that girl, take her milk, pour it on her head, then take the dressing from her salad, pour that on her head as well and go to my secret hiding spot. At my school there are at least three catfights per lunch period, the grown ups stopped caring about it.

        Back to me. My secret hiding spot is a duct behind the stage strong enough to hold me, and hidden enough so only I know where it is. I think I'll stay here the rest of the day, I can walk home after second wave leaves. I think I'll take a nap...

           End of Chapter One

Note: sorry for any steryotypes I mean no harm to anyone, also the romance comes in soon, so if you just wait I'll get romance in there. Thanx. XD