Misunderstood

Chapter 1

Everyone has come across an idiot at least once in their life right? No, I'm not talking about the people that get bad grades or get a question wrong in class. I'm talking about the motherfuckers that think they are superior to everyone else.

Let me give you an example. Ever experience someone throwing something across a classroom that has the potential of actually hurting someone. Or perhaps a group of boys kicking a football at other kids.

Those are the idiots. Me, I'm the person that stands there while the ball is speeding towards me and instead of doing anything to stop it, I brace myself for the impact. Because that's my luck.

Anyways, my name is Yuma Harada but most people call me baka. They only call me that as a form of sarcasm because I'm actually not that stupid ( at least, I don't think I am ) but I come across like a nerd sometimes.

Apart from the nickname, I'm mostly pretty invisible which puts me at ease. In fact, sometimes I feel like ghost but I love that. It means I don't have the fear of eyes constantly watching my every move.

My appearance isn't that noticeable; average looks, long dark hair to cover my face, you get the idea. And I'm perfectly fine with that.
In my opinion, dating at this age is completely pointless. It only leads to petty heartbreak and drifted relationships.

Although that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the drama and the gossip. Seeing people suffer brings me a sweet sense of joy, especially if they were - well, an idiot.

The popular girls are also a good example of idiots. They hang around the halls waiting for innocent prey to either call them unnecessary names and trip them up.

They don't pay attention in class and I'm pretty sure some of them "go for extra credit" with the male teachers for better grades. It's nasty, but it makes me laugh knowing they are that desperate.

They like to think that all the boys find them attractive. But in reality, most of the boys are too engrossed in picking their noses and flicking the boogers at other people to even think about the girls.

Ok, they don't actually do that - I hope. But I'm starting to think that their lip gloss is seeping into their brains and making them self absorbed.

Their friendships are more toxic than their nail polish. Back stabbing, two-faced, betraying bitches that talk shit about each other for attention. Ha I could never.

The fact that no one even knows me doesn't change the fact that I have severe social anxiety. The boys jeer and poke fun of me all the time, so when one of them even just mutters a simple "hi", my brain doesn't know how to react and I end up either ignoring them,  or replying in a very quiet and boring tone.

I don't want to draw too much attention to myself so I walk within the shadows. My headphones are my main source of comfort. I have quite a weird music taste as obviously, I would never listen to the shit the popular people do as they only listen to it to look cool.

Honestly, I think their music is quite ridiculous and just cracks me up every time I listen to them blasting it through their speakers in school.

Trying to be cool, makes you less cool in my opinion. I should stop talking about my opinions and explain my current dilemma. Well, life was going great and I was unnoticeable until "she" walked into the excuse of a life I have.