The art of being alone

Chapter 2

I wake up the next morning in my bed with the window open and a head full of messy hair. Getting up out of bed I check my alarm clock, barely 5:56. I typically don't get up until six on the dot, but this means I have a little extra time on my hands. I grab my bag and things, making sure its all in place and put it downstairs by the door. Then I go eat breakfast;cereal and milk, which is the best way to start off your day in my opinion. After that I take some time in the shower reciting my song from last night and getting chills all over from the sudden rush of joy that overwhelms me. I blow dry my hair, slip on a pair of jean shorts, and a Tee-Shirt with a batman insignia. I look at myself in the mirror,plain brown hair,blue eyes, freckles, everything a normal girl would have. "I'm nothing special" I tell myself " you've been this way since you were little and your never gonna be anything but it; normal " I've been retelling myself this saying every day since high school began. Changing into a habit and now its just second nature. " Nothing but normal " I say again. I don't know what started this, I guess I just always knew that there was nothing special about me, so I started making sure I knew and everyone else knew that I had nothing to offer. " Shes always alone " they say " so plain and boring " boys murmur all the time. Its nothing new to me and I've gotten so used to it that I'm now home in the shadows of other people. Not offended by the obvious stares or the titles of "talent less" and "invisible" I've heard it all. I lose myself to the memories of when I didn't care of who I was or who Id be, but it was already 6:28 and school starts at 7:15 plus I have a 20 min drive, so I grab my things, say goodbye to my mom, and get into my old grey ford truck. Turning the key and feeling the purr of the engine almost like the vibrations of the strings on my guitar. " stop it " I tell myself in annoyance " keep your head out of the clouds today " I say again, to no one else but me. I pull out of the drive way and head to school. Its raining again but not severely so its still safe to drive. I turn on Forest Creek Ln and pull in to the parking lot. There aren't that many kids at my school so I am surprised to see a new Chevy camaro in front of my ranky dank little Forest Creek High. I shrug my shoulders and move on, maybe someone bought a new car. Before I can think anymore on the subject I see my two only friends in the whole town. " Hey Dawn , Hey Amy" I call to them as they beckon me forward. " Sup Janice " they say. " So are we going to the library today? Or are we gonna wait outside?" I ask as if its a big deal, " Inside! Its pouring out!" replies Amy. " Its barely a drizzle, plus its cool today and barely humid" argues Dawn.  "Dawns gotta point" I say. Amy finally gives in "Alright fine. But if we all get colds then I have no one to blame but you two." we laugh and wait outside under the porch awning. Dawn was right its barely a drizzle and it is fairly cool. I'm sitting on a table looking at the sky when the bell rings and its time to get to class. Me and my friends have no classes together but luckily we do all have B lunch so at least we can talk then.  " See ya guys." I say and they wave as we head our separate directions. I walk into Ms.Lamreta's class who is my first period science teacher, and take my seat in the second row. I start to read when she walks in with a little more then just her purse. "Good morning class we have a new student!" she exclaims as if it were exciting rather then pretty obvious. I finally look up to see the same jerk who had thrown the water balloon at me. I stare, not believing what is right in front of me. He smiles a perfect smile and I'm sure I heard one of the girls gasp. " Class wont you please give a warm welcome to Isaac Morrison!" claps from all around and a few giggles as the girls look him over, but he's not looking at them. He's looking right at me.