What is the point anymore? Why am I here? All these people, they are laughing, watching me every day. I hear them saying cruel things, about me, about my family, saying that we are junk. Is that what I am? Junk?

Placing my pen down on to the table silently I glanced around the classroom. Everyone was still writing. Our teacher had set us a task to write a small paragraph on why we think we are here, what is our purpose. To be fair...I don't think I have one. Everyone looks down at me, like a broken doll with no purpose, no life, no meaning. Sitting next to me was the so called 'Mr Popular' of the class, all of the girls loved him...To be honest...So did I.

I slowly glanced to look at him. It looked like he was busy writing a love story or something like that, I couldn't quite see. His blue dyed fridge covered his face slightly, which his dark brown eyes watched the pen as it moved. I could sense all the other girls looking at him; I could hear a few whispering about me and him.

"Why did he have to sit next to that worthless girl?"
"Aw, why couldn't be of sat next to me instead of her!"

This words cut through me hard..But I was used to it I suppose. Ever since I came here...I was known as Junk...the girl who was always pushed aside, never given a chance.

With a sigh, I moved my arm and tucked behind my ear a stray strand of my hair.

"A purple haired freak"

I flinched slightly as I heard this and turned around to meet the eyes of the so called 'bad girl' of the class. She was sitting there, grinning with a evil look in her eyes. Her orange hair was pinned back into a bun like mine was; only her's was messy and wild. Her red eyes were like daggers looking at me, ready to take me down in a second.

True, I had purple hair, blue eyes..I guess I haven't really introduced myself to you yet have I? My name is Aphrodite..also known as 'Junk' to the other girls, as well as other names they would call me.

I heard the teacher call my name once so I slowly turned around to meet his glare. Our teacher wasn't one to take any nonsense within the class..And decently had a hatred for me.

I glanced at the clock, waiting for the seconds to slowly tick away before the bell went. The bell rang the moment the clock hit 3:30 and the whole class jumped up in joy and ran out the room. I however did not. I wasn't sure to move to get my bag or not, since my desk partner's bag was right next to mine.

I slowly reached down to get my bag, only to feel his hand brush against mine to get his. In a jolt I moved my hand back up while turning my head away in embarrassment, turning 5 shades of red.

"Here" I heard him say to me as he brought my bag up along with his. It was only a small tatty one compared to his. He came from a rich family..or rich compared to mine. He placed it onto the table, gathered up his things into his bad and slowly rose up from his seat to begin walking.

Within a flash, I jumped out of my chair, shouting 'Jun-Kun!'. He turned around and looked at me blankly but with a slightly smile on his face. I quickly covered my mouth realizing I had just shouted at his name and tried to hide my face within my sleeve. I could hear his footsteps walk over to me quietly, at times like this, I wish I wasn't shy. I could feel his breath on the top of my head, warming my hair; I could feel his hand take mine in a attempt to move them from my face.

The door to the classroom swung opened and his snobby girlfriend walked into the room, nose high. He quickly let go of my hand and walks to her, giving her a 'hello' kiss lightly onto her lipstick covered lips. I felt...I don't know how I felt...Upset maybe...Angry maybe? How was I meant to know...I was just junk.

A few moments after, I was walking down the corridor. It was always hell to walk down them when class had finished, everyone would always push and shove me from side to side like a doll someone doesn't want anymore. I only wanted out, but they wanted me to stay in. The 'popular' people within the school stood by their lockers, talking like they normally would; Jun-kun was with them as well as his beast of a girlfriend.

I looked over to them, hoping that one would spot me and come to my rescue, but none of them did. A boy in one of the lower years spat in my hair, the girls all laughed and threw their food at me which was left over from lunch. When I got close enough to the popular group, a girl came from behind and pushed me hard into the lockers, making me cut my lip deeply on the lock. I hissed in pain as I pushed myself off them with my small arms.

This happened everyday...no one helped me...no one noticed.