I was the person in the school which no one bothered to remember. I am the person who would forget within a day. I am the person who gets the highest grades, but no one cares. I was noticed. The key word is, was.

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I always sat at the back of the classroom, mainly because of my last name, Vargas. Not that I mind, I like sitting in the back. No one can see what I do. Not like it matters. I have a brain capacity of at least ten regular humans. And when I mean regular, I mean people older than me. The ones that are the same age as me, they're all stupid.

Though I do have one friend, Matthew, though he isn't noticed much either. Maybe more noticed than I am. I don't really give a fuck though. Being alone means that no one can hurt you. Matthew is different, he doesn't criticize me so I hang around him. We rarely talk though. It's just a silent conversation when we sit near each other. Fine with me, I don't want to talk, he doesn't want to talk, fine by me.

The best thing about my seat, I always get the one right next to the window. I don't know how that happens, it just does. But it's pretty sweet. I get to see those monkeys suffer physical education each day. It's fun to watch them run around the yard and do a whole bunch of other shit. Not to mention, it's the perfect distraction. The clouds, sun, birds, everything that passes by the windows are just another inch of inspiration for me. I like it. If I wasn't in only in school where I could get that perfect view, I would love it. But it isn't, so I fucking deal with it.

The worst thing about my seat, if a new kid comes, that kid is always placed next to me. But it's not like they pay attention to me, so I don't care who they are and why they are here. I don't need a friend. Matthew is all I need. Is he even considered a friend though? Whatever, I'm not going into world philosophy about friends. The new kid situation is happening today. Some kid from a few tows over is transferring in today. My dear quiet will be destroyed by whoever it is. My experience from new kids and the seat next to me, they always try to befriend me in the beginning. Then after a week, poof, they don't care about me and make other friends with other monkeys in the class. Which isn't surprising. I ignore them for all time then they get the message I don't want to talk to them. Monkeys.

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I sat in class reading a book like I do usually. I don't need to pay attention really, I know all the material so I just copy the notes, do my homework, then read till class ends. Which is what I'm doing right-

"I'm here!" Ugh, fucking monkey disrupting my thoughts. "Sorry! My parents and brother kept me back to help unpack a few more things and I'm so sorry, it's my first day and I already made a horrible impression. I'm sorry! I'll stay after school and clean the room a little bit if it helps anybody!" I took a deep breathe and turned the page of the book.

"You must be Antonio, it's fine. Just go sit in the back next to...the boy with the chestnut colored hair." Even my fucking teacher doesn't remember my name. Wow. She's one stupid monkey.

"Of course. Thank you." I kept reading as the new monkey walked down the aisle to sit down.

Man, why haven't I read this book earlier. It's fucking-"Hello! I'm Antonio, what's your name?" Disrupting my thoughts, AGAIN. New monkey, you're on thin ice now.

"Lovino." Might as well give him my name, not like he'll remember. "Work. You were thirty minutes late to class, you might want to get down most of the notes before the teacher erases everything from the board." Stupid.

"Ah! Thanks Lovino for the advice-AH! Don't erase the board yet!" This guy, already I can tell is a stupid fucking monkey.

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I stared at my reflection in the window. It was the lunch break and I don't feel like getting up from my seat. As for new stupid monkey, almost the entire class is surrounding his desk so I can't get out of my seat without bumping into someone. And I know, if I get up, someone will take my seat and stay there till class starts again.

Man, I'm freaking hungry. Maybe I have a snack in my backpack...nope. Of course not. I never bring snacks to school. I'm stupid for not bringing food to school. Ugh, this happens each time. I'm hungry then I look in my backpack and tahdah! No food. I always think I have food in there for some idiotic reason. Not that I know.

"Wow, you used to live in Spain?"

"Si, before we moved to Spain we lived in Portugal for some time. And now here we are, America!"

"Interesting..." One thing you learn in this school, everyone is pretty much from somewhere in the world. Japan, China, S./N. Korea, Russia, England, Austria, Canada, anywhere. Not to mention, most of the girls like the foreign types. And this stupid monkey is no exception.

"Hey! Lovino, where are you from?" I slowly turned my head to the right. He's talking to me? I cocked an eyebrow and looked around. The stupid monkey was watching me with wide eyes while everyone had a face that said, "That's his name!"

"Italy. Now leave me alone." I turned back to my book, trying to make it look like I was into what I was reading, but apparently the message, "Leave me alone." Didn't get through his head, now he's sitting in the seat in front of smiling with no care in the world.

"I've always wanted to go to Italy! I heard it's beautiful there. Ever been to Spain? You should go there if you ever get the chance, the people are really nice and-"

I slammed my book shut and got up from my chair, grabbing my jacket and left the room. Annoying.

I walked around the yard, looking for Matthew. Now I really wish we talked a lot. I need to get my frustrations out.

"G-Gil!"

"What? It's fine. A kiss won't hurt would it?"

"B-But!"

"C'mon.."

I quickly backed away from the corner of the school and walked the other direction. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. I slowed to a halt. That's right. Matthew was dating that silvered hair monkey. He probably won't have time for me now. Heh, I knew it. I'm just another outcast, again.

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I finished my homework, now I'm just plain bored. I even finished reading my book. Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt. But it would be nice if that stupid ass next to me would stop throwing paper balls at me.

"Psst! Lovino!" Paper ball. "Lovino!" Paper ball. "Lovi!" I sharply turned my head when I heard that damned nickname and got a paper ball to the face.

"What the hell do you want that requires my fucking attention?!" I seethed. Quietly. Since the teacher was lecturing about ships and shit.

He gave me a small smile and held up a folded piece of paper. And set it on my desk.

That was it? A note? A fucking note required many paper balls. He couldn't have just set it on my desk?! What the fuck is wrong with his fucking ass brain?! Is there nothing in it?!

I snatched the note and opened it quickly.

"Lovino! Where were you after you left during lunch? I was worried. :(" Seriously? I met this freaking dude TODAY and he says that he's worried about me. The hell is up with that?!

I quickly wrote that I was in the yard and threw at him, it hit his face. Bitch. Deserves it.

The paper quickly landed back on my desk and I opened it, a little more calmly.

"Did you meet up with a friend or something?" My only friend was making out with his boyfriend. I wrote a simple no and threw it back.

"Not a lot of friends, huh, Lovino? Don't worry, I'll be your friend! :)"

Ugh, I do not need him as my friend. Being alone is fine. Being alone doesn't mean you get hurt. You don't need to trust anyone. Don't need to trust anyone who can hurt you.

I tore up the paper and let it rain down onto the floor.

Why am I doing this? I have like other things I want to do and I do this. What's wrong with me? Mah, whatever. More practice.
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