As I walked into the class, I saw her. No one even looked at me, except for her. We made eye contact for two straight minutes. I swear I could get lost in those big pools of green. The bell rang, everyone was starting to come in the room. Bumping into me of course. And that's when the school's slut, April, came in.
"Hey, Emo! Move you're taking up space where you shouldn't. Why are you still alive?" She said. Her 2 best friends, Winter and Dixie, laughed.
I went to take me seat in the back. Two minutes into class a note landed on my desk.
'Don't let her bring you down. You are gorgeous-Summer'.
That single note made my English, my worst subject, better.
After English
I was on my way to science when I tripped over my left foot. I bumped into James; football captain,swim team captain, school's cutest boy. "Watch it emo!" He said.
There's that word again. Emo. Why am I called that? Just cause I have bangs that cover my left eye,always wear combat boots, and always cover my wrists. Does that really name me an emo?
