Different Worlds (Dropped)

Chapter 1

Everyone is judgemental. Society is judgemental. If you're different it is almost impossible to not be judged by anyone. An example is me! Apparently, I am a weirdo to people and look like some depressed lonely kid. Well, they got the lonely part right but I am not depressed! Leave me alone! Sheesh!

It's quite sad that people assume things about others they haven't even talked to before. Sadly you cannot do much about it except try to spread awareness, but does that even work? I don't think it makes much of a difference because trying to change someone is very hard. Trying to change a person's point of view is not easy at all. In fact, it might be impossible! *Sigh* Dealing with people is such a pain.

Every day, I walk through the hallways of my school which is compacted with more than 100 students. They all stare at me like I am crazy or like I'm some sort of freak. It doesn't matter though. I got used to all the staring and the whispers. I don't have the energy or time to deal with these people. As I rolled my eyes at a group of people staring at me, the bell rang. DING DING! When the bell rang I headed to my English class and sat in the very last row. I hated sitting at the front as I felt that everyone was staring at the back of my head and the teacher would probably continuously choose me to answer questions. I don't have the brain to answer any of the questions the teacher will give us.

People assume that I am very smart, but honestly, I am not smart at all. I am pretty dumb. I almost failed my math exam even though I studied my butt off. I guess it's just not my subject. I settled into my seat and soon more students started to enter the classroom, taking their seats as well.

A boy I estimated to be around 16, with dirty blonde hair who looked like a sweet little puppy sat in the seat beside me. Oh, how I hated it when someone sat beside me. UGHHH!!! I like to be alone and steal the other desk that was beside me by placing my backpack on it. In my English classroom, desks would be paired off into groups of two. Obviously, nobody would sit beside me but I didn't care much as I liked sitting by myself.

The boy looked at me with a smile and said,

"Hi nice to meet you, my name is Cole. What's your name?"

I stared at him with an irritated "don't-talk-to-me" face. He backed off and with his big, sad puppy dog eyes like his owner just abandoned him. I tried to ignore him and not feel bad. I just looked away and opened up my notebook and waited for the teacher to arrive because I really couldn't handle the awkwardness. My teacher finally arrived after what seemed like decades, apologized for being late and class commenced. He started to teach us about poems and short stories which were one of my favourite topics (just so you know).

Anyway, I felt someone bump my shoulder, and when I looked to my right side, it was Cole staring at me with a sheepish smile.

"May I borrow a pencil of yours? I forgot my pencil case at home"

I analyzed his bright blue eyes for a few seconds and pretended to look through my pencil case that was full of pencils.

"Sorry, don't have any extra pencils," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh okay then..." Cole said with a sad tone. ARGGG! He's making me feel bad for him. Should I give it to him? My brain couldn't ignore his sad puppy face. I could feel his eyes boring a hole into the side of my face. Now I'm beginning to regret being mean to him. Ugh. Fine! I gave in and rummaged through my pencil case for a pencil. "Here's a pencil. I just found it," I said to Cole with an annoyed tone, making a conscious effort not to look in his direction.

"Ah thank you so much!" He said while his eyes glowed up with such happiness. Sheesh, why is he getting so happy over a stupid pencil?

"Whatever," I said, sighing, trying not to blush at the annoyingly cute smile he had on his stupidly cute puppy face.