Incompatible (Greyson Chance FF) UNDER-EDITING

Chapter 1

{EDITED VERSION: BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL ONE SUCKS}

Y O U

YFN speaking, 13 years old, breathing humid air in California together with my family. Everyone's great around me. The ones at my school are an exception. This introduction  is enough because it gets boring if I go on. I'd be late if I keep on babbling so for now, let's get started to—

Hell.

"Gotta go." I said casually, slipping the backpack strap over my shoulder and grabbed my water jug on the table. 

"How about your breakfast?" Mom asks, her eyes fixed on the health magazine she has been reading for the nth time. How about she gets her hands off that thing? I'd make sure to buy her a new one before I get home. 

"Eating it at school. Bye." and ran off as I took the route to school.

Let me continue with the introduction. I am part of the mixed species of Filipino and American race living in the States. Ever since I was a kid, I constantly get mocked for having an Asian blood. Those kids who keep on thinking that way are all fucked up. Their brains are muffled with green moss for sure.

So,  I arrived on time and passed the busy hallways crowded with people talking nonsense. I never obtained the habit of butting in with other people's lives or gossiping. Of course, I didn't have a friend except Phoebe, the kid with the most cheerful smile in class and the prettiest among the girls. At nine, I first encountered with her at the playground near the school's mini park, sitting alone on the tire swing. I mustered all the courage to befriend her and I luckily did. It's a miracle she hasn't left me after receiving fame and admiration from all the girls and boys in our batch.

I slid inside the room of class A, ignoring everyone in sight.

Probably talking about the same thing again. And oh, the girls would brag about their newly-polished nails again. Yes, it was always the usual. It's a monthly tradition of class A girls to get new nail designs every first week.

Well, except me.

I sat on my spot in the middle row and dropped my bag on the tiled floor. The atmosphere's dull and to prevent myself from spacing out, I zipped my bag open and pulled out "20, 000 Leagues Under The Sea'' to continue where I left off the last time. 

 "The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the 'Living Infinite'...The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it? In—

"Ouch!" 

I looked up to see who the bitch was. As expected, the three antagonists of my story. 

"Nice hair. Is this made of nylon?" Camille, the brunette with too much eyeliner. Her ancestors are the pandas from China. War freak. She gets laid every three months. 

"Wrong guess." I muttered.

"How you doin'?" Jewel, the redhead social climber. A person who tries to fit in with the crowd but she's too huge to do so.