Intro

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A/N- I made up the last names cuz I don't think there mentioned.

Intro

. "What is the quadratic formula?" My calculus teacher Mr.Vernans asked the class. Ugh that's easy, . I sighed, this class is boring.

"Ms. Matava?" Mr.Vernans asked me. I looked up in fear. What? Me? I don't want to answer! Everyone stared at me.

"Uh, uh I don't know." I grumbled, I hate being called on. I grimaced as I stared back at my notes.

"Fine, Mr. West. Answer please." He asked another student.

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This is me! My name is Kim Kai Matava. Kim not Kimberly, not Kimmy, plain and simple Kim. Here I sit, back of the room hiding. Always either reading or doodling. I am the most boring person on the planet. I have one best friend, Jennifer Hayes. I live with just my mom, in a small house. No siblings, no dad, and no pets. I am 16 almost 17 with no car and I'm a junior at La Push High. I have worked very hard to blend in and be invisible. The only think interesting about my non-existent life is my love for Jared Reid.

Jared Reid, tall, gorgeous, funny, exciting, popular, strong, sweet, amazing. All words describe him. The only problem is he doesn't even know my name. Yes, there are 400 people in my high school and he doesn't even know I exist. Its not like we are in different grades, in fact he's in 2 of my classes. Gym and my favorite, English.

'Ring, ring, rrrrrring!'

Yes, the bell! I thought to myself. I walked into the overloaded hall, stopping to rest next to Jen's locker. We met there everyday before gym.

"Hey Kim, how was math?" Jen greeted as she began opening her locker.

"Lovely, as usual." I told her sarcastically. She giggled, and I prepared for her launching into the latest gossip.

"Guess what happened last night? Remember Freddy, Mike's cousin? He called me last night, and asked me out for Friday. I am so nervous; I have no idea what I'm going to wear. He'll probably take me to the movies, but if we go to a nice restaurant I want to look good. You know? I was thinking that I should wear the blue dress that I wore to my mom's Wedding or the red shirt that we bought at the store we went to, the weekend before we went to movies and you spilled the slushy on the blouse you borrowed from your mom. What do you think? Kim, Kim!" She said loudly to me, okay so I tuned her out halfway through so I could stare at Jared, who was standing behind her talking to his friend Paul.

"Sorry, yeah go with the red" I told her while still staring at Jared.

"Kim, what are you sta…" She asked as she turned around to look, and then her mouth formed into an 'O'. I grinned sheepishly at her, and she rolled her eyes. She was more than aware of my probably unhealthy obsession.

"Go to class before you're late, but we are so talking about this later!" She yelled at me as I hurried down the hall, dodging students and teachers.

I entered the locker room and quickly changed into the ugly school required uniforms. Yellow and maroon, yum! I walked into the large, brightly lit room. I grimaced at the smell of sweat and blood, and evil grin on the coach's face.

"Well class, today we are going to play dodge ball. Boys verse Girls. Good luck!" He told us as he sat down and began reading the newspaper. I stared at the tall boys who grinned, and I prepared for my death.

"Begin!" He called as everyone raced to grab a ball in the center of the room. Well everyone, except me. I ran to hide in the corner.

After the torture ended, I changed quickly and ran to 3rd period. Another easy class that I was able to get away with sitting and hiding in the back. History, and what do I do during this class? Well there's my famous 'I 3 Jared' doodles but most of all I spend History, hyped up waiting for 4th period. 4th period is English class, and in English class I sit catty-cornered to Jared, and I can spend the entire class staring at him.

So here I am staring at the broken clock on the wall. I had figured out early this year it was 3 hours and 39 minutes fast. So with this knowledge I know that at 10:01, when we were let out it, the clock would say 1:40. Right now the clock was testing my sanity. For some reason it would jump back a minute before springing to the correct time, just when I needed it to be normal.

"Ms. Matava, time will pass, but will you?" My History teacher Mr. Simmons scolded as I looked away from the clock. I looked at my notebook. The front was covered in writing and stickers, my friend and I had put on it, but I looked at the page on the inside and Mrs. Reid, Mr. and Mrs. Jared Reid, I love Jared, Mrs. Jared Reid and finally Jared and Kim forever was written everywhere. I sighed as I discreetly ripped the page out and crumpled it into my bag. I glanced at the board and wrote down my assignment before the bell rang and I raced to English.

I was always the first to class, and I always get to watch Jared walk in. I love English class, I love writing, I love reading and I even love essays, only problem is I can't excel in any class were I am high off Jared. I mean all I can do is either stare at him or be hyper aware to the fact that he is there, and I can't think straight. Needless to say Jared is probably bad for my health.

Now my dear friend Jen suggested once that maybe I wasn't as invisible as I think I am, and to say hi or something. Well I disproved that theory when I accidentally threw a pen onto Jared's desk. He looked at it funny before tossing it back over his shoulder. I hit me square in the face, and he paid not a cent of attention to it. Honestly I expected him to at least turn to glare at me, but I am not some gross annoying person, I just don't exist. Whether it was better or not, I have yet to decide.

Ok, so as usual nothing happened, I was ignored, and then I went to lunch. Lunch. My personal hell. A crowded, noisy room where everyday I was reminded I was not cool, or popular and I am a loser, with nobody. Then I would sit down with Jen, and who ever she was dating and other people who never noticed me. And finally I was forced to choose between food poisoning, and starving until 8 pm when it was dinnertime. Mom has a strict no munching rule, but I often ignore it.

After school Jen met up with me at my locker. I placed my books inside and slam it shut, standard routine. Jen and I always walk home to my house together. We hang there until dinner, when she decides whether or not our dinner sounds better than the one her mom made. If we win, she stays, if not she goes home. Today we decided to play the Wii, I borrowed it from her older brother. We played until our arms were sore and we retired to watching reruns of fresh prince. Which we proudly sang all the words by heart to the theme song every episode.

"Hi hunny, I'm home!" My mom teased as she returned home from work. I waved and grunted as Jen perked up.

"What is for dinner tonight, Mrs. Matava?" She questioned. My mom laughed before taking her coat off.

"We are having vegetable lasagna tonight Jenny." My mom told her, as Jenny grumbled. Jen's least favorite food is lasagna. I laughed as my friend said her goodbyes. I started my homework as mom finished preparing dinner.

"So, how was your day baby?" Mom asked as we ate dinner together.

"Great, I'm not dead yet!" I joked using a line from Monty Python's Spamalot.

"Awe, that's the spirit!" My mom teased. We had a close relationship since it was just the two of us. She was really a fun person; she just tries to have some rules in the house to keep it in control. Although I think it's because she was slightly CDO, it's like OCD except she would put it alphabetical order.

"Dinner tastes good, thank you." I told her, as usual. She is an amazing cook.

"Hey baby bear?" She questioned using my nickname.

"Yeah mama bear?" I answered using hers.

"Ok, I know this is sudden but, I have a date!" She let out.

"You do? With who?" I asked. She had never been on a date since dad had left her.

"Uh, Mr. Vernans, your calculus teacher." She told me and I replied with choking on my food.

"Mom! You can't go on a date with him. Please, don't!" I whined.

"Hey, not cool kiddo, go to your room." She told me but I knew she wasn't serious.

I got up and cleaned my dishes before finishing my leftover homework and getting ready for bed. I took a shower and set my alarm. I got in my bed. One boring day down 3 million to go.

Well? I know it's only the intro but tell me what you think.