As I reach into my binder to grab a pencil I realize mine is missing. I tap the shoulder of the person in front of me, hoping he might have an extra, but right before he replies the girl sitting next to him hits his arm.
"God Harry don't talk to her, she's a nobody."
He shrugs her off and hands me an extra pencil as I contemplate what just happened. I guess it's true, I am a nobody. A nobody with a new pencil, but still a nobody.
