The loud noises of the chattering bus fill the air. I stare out the window, looking at the rush of buildings and trees and cars. It's the same everday. I can't escape this life. It's like I have been put on repeat. I am a object of wrath. The person sitting next to me brings a heavy sent of tobacco. My name is Veronica, though most call me 'Roni' or even just 'that chick'. I have accepted that I am a social out cast. Of course, that wasn't my choosing. If I could have chosen my social status, would I be where I am today. Who knows, all I do know is that someone once told me to never go through life thinking "what if". Though many times I do fail, I still keep that thought in the back of my mind.
Everyone makes their way off the bus, pushing in front of each other, fighting as if it were their last day to live. I still am perched on my seat, staring at the crowd of faces that are all familar to me. I am about to stand when the "backseat bandits" make their way down the aisle, pushing me back into my seat. I just glare at them. Mainstreamers, I call them. They go with the flow, what flow? How should I know. When I am off the bus I walk to where my friends and I normally sit, at the back of the school. A few more buses pull their way into the school. None I really care about, except for the very last one, which holds my fantasy. I step slowly, just wanting one look. He is the first off the bus, waving at his friends, not noticing I'm alive. The usual. I keep walking up the slope to the back of the school.I see my friend, Demi, is already wating for the rest of us.
"Hey." She greats me with a award winning smile.
"Hi." I great back. We chat about things that don't really matter, but give us entertainment. My other friends arrive, Sophie and Fi. We talk for awhile until Christy, another friend, walks up to us. She is one who, as I said before, goes with the flow, but still hangs out with us. She went to a big party on the weekend, that everyone in the year was invited to excpet for Demi, Sophie, Fi and I. I wouldn't have though, I would of rathered jump into a pool of sharks.
Sophie was the one to bring up the party. Christy told us the details. " Well there was good cake." She smirked at us, knowing exactly what we wanted to talk about. We just stared at her, waiting for her to continue. " Well, there was a kissing corner."
"A WHAT CORNER??" Fi yelled, people staring at her like she had juts grown two heads. I chuckled. Fi had a boyfriend, Mark, who went to this party. She had begged for him not to go, but his mates were going so he wanted to join them. She cried for hours on Skype to Sophie and I, and told Christy she had to keep a eye on Mark.
"He didn't go there. Now don't get all jealous, he stayed with his friends all night, never once did he even look at a girl." Christy reassured Fi. Christy then listed all of the people who went behind the wall. "There was John and Shirley, Mike and Peta, Andy and Olivier, Xavier and Rose, Amanda and Sean..." I stared at her. Sean? I didn't say anything, but emotions dwelled up inside of me. Sean was like my secret. No one knew my feelings. We didn't have a chance together, because he was one of the popular, mainstream, following the flow people. All the girls loved him, I didn't have a chance. Why was I surprised when Chrsity said he was kissing Amanda, oh wait, I wasn't. Everyone knows they have had a on-off relationship for about 6 months. She was stunning, the right height, blonde, lush hair. Flawless, tanned skin. Skinny. Me? I had dark brown hair, almost black, that was just there. I wasn't society skinny. My skin was borderline white.
The emotions over took, which I shoudln't let them, but of course they do. "Uh, I have to go...To the bathroom." I said uneasily.
"Don't you want to hear the rest of the details?" Christy questioned. I shook my head walking away, hearing Demi's keen voice wanting more information. I ran to the bathroom slamming the doors closed. I sit on the closed seat, staring at the closed yellow door infront of me. I sit, not sure what to do. Thoughts raced through my mind. I thought that they were over. But of course, to my luck, they weren't. Speaking of the devil, Amanda enters the bathroom, with her followers.
"OMG Amanda, so you and Sean, are, like, back together?" One of her many "friends" stated.
"Yeah, well who would resist me?" Amanda smuggly said. I rolled my eyes, how does her head fit through the door? "But I just got back together with him because Rick was at the party." I perked up. Rick? "I want to make him jealous of me cause I have a boyfriend, then his feelings will come out and we can be a couple." Her friends encouraged her, telling her it was the perfect plan. I wanted to encourage her, with a bitch-slap. I could not believe what I had just heard. She's just trying to make Rick jealous? Who would use someone like that.
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The bell rang to signal the end of school. The whole year had been buzzing about the party. Amanda was sitting on Seans lap all of lunch, kissing him, but of course Rick was sitting only two spots away from them both. All through class everyone ignored the teachers attempt at getting them to be quite. They were all talking about the newest couples formed by the party. I wasn't paying much attention to the teachers nor the students for I didn't care about the petty realtionships. They would break up in about a week or two.
I truged my way to the bus, placing myself in one of the empty seats. Then Sean just happens to get on the bus. Great. I forgot he caught this bus in the afternoon. At least Amanda wasn't here, I would have thrown myself out the window just so I wouldn't have to see them. He walked past me, and my breath was caught for a few secounds.
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"So wait, your'e saying Amanda is using Sean to get Rick? Wow I never saw that one coming." It was afternoon and I was chatting with Christy on the phone. I wanted her to tell him, cause she talks to him regually. I didn't tell her about my feelings, just what I had heard and that we should od something. Christy was the one who brought up the idea of actually telling him.
"Yeah, I knew she was a terrible person, hopefully everyone else knows that by the end of the week." I stated.
"I really thought she was a good person, she seemed so nice." Christy said, a little sadly. "I will tell him tommorow, so he doesn't have to go through anymore days of this false love."
All the emotions that day went away when she said this. He would find out. Tommorow. After a while we hung up, and I listend to the dial tone drone on. He would find out, he would dump her, hopefully for good. I thought of his blonde hair and blue eyes, getting them to make me feel carm. I sat in my quite room, welcoming the serenity. He probably will find someone else. I sighed. One of these days, I hope he notices me.
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