Shaun's POV
All the kids here looked so happy and content with their life…what's there to be happy about? Okay, sure maybe they have a reason to be happy…since they're all hanging out with their mates and jamming to a tune, just like every other day. Me, what do I do? I just sit here alone on this bench everyday. You would think that maybe just one kid would come over and say hi or even just walk by me with a slight smile, but no…no one ever comes near me or even acknowledges me. To them I'm invisible. Do you think the teachers at least maybe appreciate me then? No. All the teachers think I'm useless, good for nothing and a complete waste of space at this 'Talented' school.
I don't even know why everyone hates me so much; I mean, I never even did anything to them…I've always just been sitting there quietly. Who knows…maybe that's the problem, I'm always so quiet. Even when people are insulting me or saying nasty things to me, I'm quiet. I guess it's because I've never really had a friend, so now I find it hard to trust people and talk to them like everyone else. Or who knows maybe nobody likes me because I'm gay…? But it can't be that...no one knows but me and even I wasn't sure of it yet. Who knows maybe I've just resorted to guys because its been drummed into my head all through primary school that no girl would be stupid enough to lay their eyes on me. I'm pathetic…I can't even sing well. The only reason I'm at this school is for my parents…the only people who truly believe in me.
A loud ringing noise then pierced my thoughts; the school bell had rung for period five. I stood up gripping my bag over my shoulders, and then slowly began walking to class. I hated walking through the school hallways. They were always so daunting to me, it always felt as if someone was waiting there, ready to punch the living daylights out of me or to start taunting me with names like 'emo boy' or 'fag'. I didn't really pay attention to anyone at the school…they never pay any to me, so why should I? The only person I ever really paid attention to was Andrew Clemmensen, the most popular guy in school.
"Watch where your going ass!"
I turned around to see who I had accidently bumped into, I gasped…It was Andy. My sorry seemed to be just below a whisper…I didn't have the guts to talk louder than that, not to him anyway. He was gorgeous; everything about him was just so perfect. Strawberry blonde hair that came down a just a bit over his forehead imitating a small fringe, his smile so wide you could see it from a mile away. Even his posture was amazing…oh and did I mention he is a bass player? I sometimes dream of playing with him in a band…it's stupid, I know. I don't even know why I like him…he is the most popular guy in school and I'm…just nothing. Besides a guy that popular and perfect…? I doubt he'd feel the same…he'd just laugh and run off telling the world I'm a fag.
Finally I had reached the classroom my new timetable read. The door was painted a dark purple and read had a small sign on it that read…? 'Music'. Just as I was reaching up to the door to knock lightly, it swung open. I could tell those eyes anywhere…Mr. McDonald, the only teacher who saw potential in me. Boy was I glad to see him usually we had Ms. Nile and she was a total spastic, always finding something to insult me with. The students in my class weren't any better either they just laughed at what she had to say to me.
"Shaun! Good to see you, take a seat." He said motioning me to come in.