Grey clouds filled the sky. Raindrops pounded heavily on my bedroom window. Just my kind of weather. All was right until I realized it was Monday. The worst day of the week. Just when you thought you were done with your stress school rolls around again leaving you more depressed than before.
I got out of bed with a large yawn. My hair sticking out in places from tossing and turning. I changed out of my PJs into my favorite band tee and regular jeans. Then I slipped on my black Converse. Brushing my thick hair was a challenge, as always, but I succeed in fixing it into place.
As I trudged down stairs the scent of pancakes hit me. I loved pancakes, but eating too early made me feel sick to my stomach so I skipped breakfast. Instead I finished getting my bag ready and brushing my teeth.
Since I didn't have a car yet I decided to walk my way to school. I took my black umbrella and went on my not-so-merry way.
As I crossed one of the streets on my way I saw her. Selena. The most popular girl in school. Cheerleader, straight-A student, not to mention an astonishing singer. She was perfect. How clichè of me to have fallen for the most beautiful girl, who probably already has boys lined up for her.
While lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that I had stopped in the middle of the street. It wasn't until a horn blared that I discovered how lovestruck I was. I quickly ran out of the way with my head down in embarrassment.
Stupid. I'm so stupid. She's just a girl get over it. But I knew I couldn't. Selena wasn't just a girl. She was perfect. At least to me.
The rest of my walk went without a hitch. Which made the day easier on my part. Too much attention would make me want to sink into a hole and die. And just as I thought I was in the clear the bitch, Taylor, spotted me and strutted my way probably armed with an insult or two. Taylor was Selena's best friend, but that didn't make her any special to me. She was still a bully that liked to mess with me and only ever me. Especially since she knew I liked her BFF. She'd make sure Selena wasn't around when approaching me.
"Hey, fatso punk loner. I heard you were having eye sex with my friend. You only wish she would touch scum like you. Maybe I should teach you how to respect people's privacy." She got even closer leaving no space for anyone to intervene. As if they wanted to. A barrage of punches flew to my stomach and face giving me painful bruises and some cuts from all those rings she wears.
I didn't know what was worse the fact that it was the beginning of the week and I already got beat up or that I had Selena in my first class.I didn't feel mad at her in any way shape or form, but I did feel ashamed.
I slinked my way through the halls into the back desk of the classroom. I put my head down wanting to disappear in this very moment. What a loser. If I so much as look at her I get tortured.
When the bell rang everyone filed in and took out their books. Mr. Noel, our English teacher, walked in with a booming voice and introduced the chapter we're learning. It's something about listening to your heart verses your brain. I wasn't exactly paying him attention.
"You'll be paired up and have write an a thousand word paper on which you both chose and why. I set up your groups already and for a reason, so no switching." His words haunted me. I hate partner work. I'd rather just work on my own.
I zoned out until I heard my name followed by a loud "what?", so I lifted my head up and got faced with an evil glare.
"Mr. Noel I know you said no switching, but me and Selena always do well together," Taylor pleaded.
"You mean Selena and I." Oh shit. Why did I do that.
"See. I put you two in different groups to learn not to do well. You could make a perfectly good argument, but if you do not take it and apply it to yourself you lose in life. We learn from others not from our reflective selves, otherwise known as our best friends," Mr. Noel finished his lecture. The bell for next period rang and I raced to pack when she came my way.
"Hi, I'm Selena. Your partner." The only thing I was fully capable of doing at this point was opening and closing my mouth like a fish gasping for water. "I have a pretty tight schedule, but you can come over to my house after school tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, "That's good. I'm Demi by the way."
"Well it's nice to finally get to know the mystery girl. I was starting to make supernatural theories about you." She stated.
"Like what?"
"Things like how you're a vampire and don't want anyone to find out so you keep low. Or you're a shadow that can take form as a human and that's why nobody knows anything about you."
" That sounds way better than my real life. But I think if anything I'm more of an alien that came here to quietly observe your race and find out all of your weaknesses to finally invade Earth."
"You're funny," she giggled at my lame joke, "here's my address. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Bye." I waved at her. Feeling suave I leaned against a table, but I miscalculated where exactly it was and fell onto my butt. At least she wasn't here to see that. I left class with a hop in my step.