The Loner Boy & The Lonely Girl

2.5

We have just reached the 1st high school, and to be honest, it is not as big as my previous one and my last high school was one of the most luxurious high schools in the whole country and getting into it was not easy for anyone. Even I could get into it only because of the fact that the principal was a close family friend.

But even though this high school is smaller than or let's say not as luxurious as my last one it seems to have all the basic amenities and choosing anything depends on what you prioritize more. I personally believe that education till high school is the most basic education and it is the same for all the students irrespective of the high school so it doesn't really matter if you study in some kind of top-grade school or some low-grade school.

The only deciding factor for the high schools these days is the extracurricular activities, atmosphere, discipline, and the overall infrastructure. Some may say, teaching staff but it depends as these selection parameters vary from person to person so different people choose different high schools. For me I don't care much for these things as basic amenities are sufficient for me and I also believe that for a lonely person all these things are pointless and it won't matter much for that person as long as there are students in that high school and there is this ray of hope that he/she would be able to socialize.

"Chelsea, Hon, Hey, CHELZ--"

"Yeah! Mom" (Chelsea suddenly comes back to her senses)

Oh, I was lost again. It seems to be becoming a thing for me. I get so swept up in my thoughts that I can't even hear what others are saying. Usually, this is a good thing, it helps me come up with theories to tackle my condition. It worries my mom a lot though.

"I've already contacted both of the high schools and made an appointment so, if I'm right there should be someone to guide us just about now."

There you go, my mom is best at everything she does. I mean when did she even make all these arrangements. She is just like the most perfect human being. You should even see her negotiation skills and just the way she talks, like she has this way of making people do whatever she wants and here I am her daughter, who struggles to talk to people in the first place.

"Look hon there's the guide we've been waiting for."

From there on we went on our way to the school tour. We looked at a few classrooms, the swimming pool, clubrooms, and a few other activity rooms and to tell you the truth all the rooms, atmosphere and amenities were mediocre and nothing really special.

All the students were talking to each other, enjoying themselves, having 'fun' and the only thing I could think of was why doesn't anyone of you have a problem like me. How can any of you call each other friends when all of you are going to talk smack about each other when you're done with all of the fun and joy talks with each other. Like why don't all of you hypocrites just die with your facades. I, on the other hand, struggle to talk to these fake faces, even though I know that these are not their real faces.

Right now they are smiling at me and waving their hands thinking who is this stupid-looking girl, and they might be panning on, how to bully her when she joins in and that's just what the girls are thinking. But even though they are thinking like that I just can't help but be jealous about how they all can call each other friends without even being concerned about their ulterior motives and living life as it should be lived.

I can't stop myself from thinking that if only I could join this school and become part of this culture and become addicted to it like some kind of drug. And then I start to develop this thing called hope, this hope which would help me get out of this anthrophobia.

"Hey, hon what do you think? You liked it?"

Well even though there is still another high school left. I think that I like this one and my heart says-- don't even go to that school but we have made an appointment. This high school does give me hope but I don't know I guess...