Damaged//L.H.

One

September tenth, 2010

7:30am

Luke

Freshman Year

I sat in the back of the high school classroom trying to maintain my in invisibility. I sank back into the chair as far as I could to try and escape the glances and glares from the students walking in.

I studied everyone that was waking in carefully. Almost too carefully. I studied all of their facial features as I created a large mental profile of them within a matter of seconds.

Everyone who was walking was short, tall, thin, thick, muscular or toned. I was neither of those. I was secluded from society, like the least known fungus on a withered up tree.

A few of the unknown bodies in my head caught my attention. Some shocked me with their own ways of expressing themselves. The purple hair that one young girl wore and jet black hair that a slender young man wore were quite peculiar.

The other young man had a curly mop on the top of his head. He wore a Nirvana shirt that had several holes in it and the sleeves were ripped off of displayed the colorful ink on his arms.

The only other male that caught my eye was the one with the black hair and turtle shell backpack with a mini cruiser sticking out of the top. He seemed like he was out of place with his average size black rimmed glasses and attire.

There were several other young women that entered the room. One was covered from head to toe in black and had a short black hairstyle. She seemed out of place as well with her large purple glasses and red lipstick.

The short bleach blonde with a hoodie and Starbucks in her hands with a high pitched squeaky laugh and voice made me question my sexuality. Her squeaky laughs filled the room with a sort of disgusting vibe and made me become a bigger introverts than I already am.

Another that caught my eye was the tall brunette with deep chestnut brown eyes and flannel draped over her shoulders. She also had big rimmed glasses, the only difference is that hers were more expensive looking and black.

The curly haired boy sat down next to me and put his phone into his backpack. "Hi, I'm Ashton." he said in a surprisingly high voice. I looked at him and nodded. "I'm Luke."

"oh sweet! Maybe I can actually make a friend this year." he said and I looked at him shocked. "I thought you had friends." I said, keeping my eyes glued to the circles I was making on the desk with a pencil.

"I look stereotypically popular don't I?" he asked while he dug around in his maroon Jansport backpack. "Just a little bit." I said.

He gave me a crooked smile and tucked his headphones and cellphone into the front pocket of his bag and faced the front. "you don't talk much do you?" he said while drumming his fingers on the desktop.

"No I don't." I responded, keeping my eyes on the back of the brunettes head that sat in front of me. "hey bro can I borrow a pencil?" Ashton asked. I handed him the one I was tapping on the desk. "thanks dude." he said as hrs began to scribble some note onto a piece of paper.

I reached forward and tapped the girls shoulder. She turned around and looked at me. I seized up. "uh-can I um- uh." I lost all of my words. She grinned and lightly blushed. She had dimples.

Oh god she has dimples.

"She held up a pencil and raised her eyebrows. "a pencil?" she said grinning. I nodded and pulled my lips inward, making a thin line out of my mouth. She turned around and fixed her hair.

I reached forward and tapped her shoulder again, causing her to turn around. "thank you." I managed to choke out with a lot of force.

"You're welcome...uh" she trailed off, "Luke." I said a little too quickly. "Well you're welcome Luke." she said while grinning and turned around today ether front before abruptly turning around again.

"And by the way I like your face." she said before letting out a big smile and turning around and remaining that way for the rest of the class.

Then I looked down at my attire. My red and black flannel with my black t-shirt top underneath, my ripped black skinny jeans, my multiple rock band and string woven bracelets covering up my cuts and scars, and my black older Vans. Then I gazed up at her. Her bracelet free wrists, her in-tact pants, her light sandy brunette hair that framed her face perfectly, her cream knit sweater and her new black converse.

That was when I was let down by yet another soul.

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I literally hate myself for writing this. I'm writing a dirty imagines book to please the public. I will be writing this with requests taken later. This book won't go deep into details if I decide to even add dirty elements.

Sorry for crushing you as I write this. I have chapters set up and they arer going to be sad. Kay. This is not a happy book.

Fair warning.

-Mikki