Being An Outcast, A Story By Tom

It Begins

Thursday, October 15th

I sat alone at my corner spot in the cafeteria, not bothering to eat again. This was normal. Oh, but I suppose I should introduce myself, huh? I'm Thomas. Thomas Ridegwell but I go by Tom for short. And it's my freshman year in highschool, woo! I get to be the social outcast again. Guess having no eyes was too weird for me to fit in anywhere. Not even the "weird" kids wanted to take me in. Anyway, yeah. This'll be my story so enjoy! (Or not, it's really up to you)

I sat there, staring at this group of kids that I had "known" since sixth grade. Tord, Edd and Matt. They were always sitting at the same lunch table, which happened to be near my corner. I always wanted to walk up and be like, "Hi! I'm Tom, what's your guys' names?" Y'know, wanted to talk to them and be apart of all their conversations. Like a normal kid. But again, I was an outcast. I'd be turned away in a heartbeat. So I just listened to them. Listened to each laugh, each joke and my longing to chime in and deliver a clever pun grew each second of each day. I had been doing this since sixth grade. Just being a creeper and listening into their chatter, wishing I could be apart of them. Great social life, right?

Well I sighed quietly and listened into their conversation about the homework assignment from a class we all shared. Tord let out a huge groan and pretended to bang his head on the table. I couldn't help but chuckle. This little slip up received a glance from the Norwegian boy. My "eyes" widened and I looked down, avoiding eye contact. Ironic. I could feel his silver and red eyes on me and I started to internally panic. I really enjoyed having them there, just talking among themselves and I didn't want them to move because the weird kid actually paid attention to populars. I heard them whisper to each other and about 10 seconds later, a hand found its way to my shoulder.

"Uhm, hey there." The voice belonged to Tord. The hand belonged to Tord. And he was trying to talk to me. This was wonderful. I looked up and met his eyes, surprised of how close he was. He was even kneeling.

"H-Hey." I responded quietly. Oh come on!

"Heh, I was afraid you weren't going to respond. I uh, saw you over here alone, so on behalf of me and my friends, well, we wanted to know if you'd like to join us either today or tomorrow during lunch." He was asking if I, the biggest outcast of the school, wanted to join him and his friends, one of the coolest groups in school, to join them at lunch. This was my chance. I could finally make friends and be happy! And do you know what I do? I throw it away like the biggest dumbass in the school.

"A-Ah no thanks. I-I really appreciate the offer but, uhm. . .I'm not the best conversationalist." What the hell was I thinking!?

"You sure? We don't mind if you're quiet the entire time. We just noticed you sitting here a lot and I think Edd's getting nervous. Oh! Not like you'll do something nervous. Just worried about you." Great. Just great. One of the guys that I've been basically stalking for 3 years and going on 4, is worried about me.

"Why?" The look on Tord's face was just pure confusion.

"Why. . .what?"

"Why would Edd be worried? About me, at that?" I was thoroughly confused. And it seemed Tord was too.

"Because that's who he is? Why wouldn't he?" I decided I was being stupid and my face flushed in embarrassment.

"Ah nevermind then. I just get surprised when someone worries about me, being the local outcast. But uh, I'm alright! Wouldn't want to ruin your guys's rep." Tord gave me a skeptical look before nodding.
"Alright, thought we really don't care about reputation. You're free to join us whenever, yeah?" I nodded and he gave a smile, finally leaving to sit back with the group while I silently cursed myself out. I was doing great! But hey, this ain't the end pal. Stick around and I'm sure I'll write about my stupidities again. Till then, bye!