Life & Love...

Highschool

My name is Alyssa Johnson, I have curly brown hair and Blue-green eyes. I'm a pretty shy and socially awkward sophomore in high school. I love to write and discover new things, to dream and imagine things no one would even think of!
And this is my story.

Summer was already over, and sophomore year was about to start. I didn't even want to think about school starting, believe it or not, I hated school more that I hated anything else. To be honest I didn't fit in at all. I was socially awkward, people thought of me as a freak, and refused to talk to me. You could only imagine how I felt. I've never had my first kiss or a real boyfriend except for that time in 2nd grade when we were assigned to do a play, even then my "boyfriend" dumped me. So I usually just spend my day writing or daydreaming about things I only want to happen, but never will. For example, dreaming about hot guys I would never get, or actually having friends who don't stab your back every chance they get.. It doesn't hurt to dream, now does it?

It was Monday morning, I had just gotten out of english class and was headed to history. I was already dreading this day. I went in and found my seat, sulking down in my chair, face clearly showing I didn't want to be here.Nobody gave a damn, obviously, so I sighed and opened my notebook, doodling absentmindedly. Somebody tapped my shoulder.I looked back to see a rather attractive guy with smooth chocolate brown hair that was slicked back and mesmerizing hazel green eyes blinking slowly down at me.

"Hey, I'm Austin, I'm new around here so I was wondering if you could help me find my classes, I was already late to both of my classes before this one and besides this school is way bigger than my last one haha.." he said nervously.

I didn't know how to answer that because I knew all the girls were giving me death stares and obviously were crushing on this new guy.

I finally replied stuttering, "Definitely, I mean sure, Uh yea.. Haha"

he looked at me weirdly and I instantly regretted even saying anything.

"Ok cool, by the way what was your name?" He asked.

"Oh sorry, it's Alyssa, nice to meet you" I said grinning maybe too hard.

After class, I walked Austin to the rest of his classes. I found it my duty to help him out remembering how disoriented I also felt during freshman year. We talked a little bit and he told me he was coming from St. Leo catholic high school and how strict it was there. He kept on babbling and I kept on nodding in response, we finally walked to lunch together because we had it the same period.
"Thanks Alyssa, I'll take it from here", he sighed out loud.
"Wait, but who are you going to sit with,"I asked not knowing what he meant.
He pointed to the table filled with the popular crew which were basically the football players and the slutty cheerleaders. The cheerleaders immediately saw him and were motioning him to a spot that they saved for him.
"Oh" I said in a small whisper, "I guess I'll see you later?"
"Yea" he said while smiling pitifully at me. And turned to go sit by his "friends" who were laughing at him and I could swear I heard someone from that table call me a freak.

I ran up to the school library and fit my small body into the small corner by the romance books where I always eat my lunch. I almost thought I made a friend today, but yet again, reality hit me. Austin seemed like such a nice guy until now. He used me like all the other fake people in my life. As I sat there eating my bag of Cheetos, I felt alone and vulnerable. I had no friends, people rejected me left and right, what was my point of living! I wiped my tears away and headed to geometry as the bell rang.
After school, my mom picked me up.
"How was school honey, did you make any new friends?" My mom asked hesitantly.
"It was great! Yea I made a few" I lied.
I couldn't have my mom knowing I was known as a freak and that I had no friends. And I didn't even know if Austin would be considered a friend considering the fact that he hung out with the people I despise the most. My mom would start worrying too much, I mean she cares more about my social life than me sometimes.
I got home and quickly finished the load of homework I got. I curled up in bed and started reading my favorite book "The lying game," for the fourth time as I fell asleep.
The next morning, I walked into history class and didn't even look Austin's way, no matter how much I wanted to. I was about to sit down when I noticed everyone staring at me very carefully and intensely. I looked at my seat when I saw a pool of "invisible glue" on the chair. My lip was starting to quiver as everyone started to giggle.