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Monday
Today is the first day of my sophomore year in high school.
From the moment I awkwardly push through the front doors I realise nothing has changed; girls embracing their friends, bragging about their amazing summers and catching up on the latest gossip.
It's times like this when I hear the pointless, hurtful and repetitive rumours, that I am glad I'm not a part of these superficial friendships.
Right... whatever you say.
I tell the little voice in my head to shut the hell up. It always seems to vocalize that part deep inside of me that would rather have fake, boring friends than no friends at all.
My name is Bella Swan and to sum me up, I'm invisible. Brown eyes, brown hair and pale skin... exciting right?
I have been a loner my whole life, ever since my childhood. My parents tried to take me to child psychologists but eventually they gave up.
They all said the same thing; I suffer from some sort of chronic shyness or social phobia. Five years of study to tell me that? I could have figured that out all on my own.
After a quick stop at my locker I make my way to English with my face practically parallel to the floor. I bump into someone and raise my head to see who it was while mumbling a quiet apology. It's Alice Brandon; she is a short, petite girl with a dark pixie hairstyle who would be classified as a 'popular girl'.
"Ugh, those fucking bookcases they always seem to jump out of nowhere," she complains to her group of friends while rubbing her shoulder.
Are you serious?
Is this some lame teen movie where I'll end up getting a make-over and become popular?
Ha, I wish.
I thought in real life people don't mistake human beings for inanimate objects.
I go take a seat at the back and don't even put in any effort to stay invisible, after all this time it just comes naturally.
I sit alone in all of my classes for the rest of the day, like I said, nothing has changed.
A/N: This is just a short story I was compelled to write, Thanks for reading.