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Chap 3

RPOV

I walked through the doors of the school, it felt so weird to be back. Especially after all that happened during the summer break. I walked into my first class of the morning which was English. I hated this class because it was taught by the one and only Stan Alto.
He is such an asshole he is mean to everyone. He is NEVER in a good mood. He especially seems to dislike me.
Why? I have no idea. I walked into the classroom and the whole room went silent.
I started to freak out a little. Did I have a stain on my shirt? Was there something on my face? I got really nervous.
I was drowning myself with questions if something was wrong with how I looked. I was driving myself crazy!
Slowly I walked to one of the seats in the front, I was trying hard to avoid their gazes. Which was hard since they were all staring at me. When I sat down they all started whispering to each other.
All I wanted to do was go home and hide in room, it was my safety net, my bubble.
About 2 minutes later Stan walked into the classroom and started his lesson. I didn't pay much attention since I was still driving myself crazy with questions, it always started with was I even good enough to be here or not.

Finally the lesson was over, I rushed out of the room and headed slowly over to my next subject.
Luckily, it was art class. The only subject I felt was good at. I loved art. It was a way to let out my emotions, I felt that for just a short time I could be myself.
It was a way to let all my thoughts go and just draw them. It always calmed me down.
Art class was followed by math class. I hated maths, why do these teachers subject me to this torture every day.
Adrian of course, was the smartest one of us, he didn't even have to try to get good grades, they just found their way to the report card. Oh, lets not forget he was also the most popular kid on school.
No way he was going to be nice to his twin sister also known as 'the school freak' and help me out with math.

The only reason they call me that, is because I'm different. I have other hobbies and interests and that's why they call me 'the school freak'. After surviving math class, much like a zombie, I headed into the lunchroom like most of the school body.
I had made myself some sandwiches before I left for school so I picked out a table in the corner and sat there alone, eating my sandwich. When the break was almost over a girl from my class walked over to me. I was starting to panic but I couldn'tescape. She walked up to me with her friends following her like lost puppies.

"Hey freak! How does it feel to be all by yourself? It's great isn't it? It is not like you ever had any friends. Oh wait you did but hmm what happened to her? Oh yeah right, she stole your boyfriend and walked out of your life! I can understand whyyou're just a pathetic little mess!" She and her friends walked away laughing.
Tears were welling up in my eyes. I had to get out of here so I ran, I ran as far as I could until I found myself in the girls bathroom a few minutes later. I cried harder than I ever did before. Why me? Why do they always pick me?

As much as I hated it, Mia was right. I fucked it up bad this time. Why is she such an evil person? I don't know how Adrian keeps hanging out with her. She is such a bitch!

My thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing, time to show my face again, I knew I had to go back to my classes.

I looked in the mirror and fixed my makeup. I walked out of the bathroom and found my way to my next lesson.

The rest of the day went by like I was surrounded in a fog. I couldn't process much, I could barely hear myself think and I found myself asking the same question, will it ever be good enough?

The end of the school day couldn't come fast enough, even though it meant I had to walk home on my own since Adrian was going to hang out with some of his friends after school. When I finally arrived home, the last thing I expected was to see himsitting there, in our kitchen.

I thought this day couldn't get any worse but it just managed to surprise me, again. I thought I never had to see him again. What is he doing here? Why is he talking to my mom? What is going on here? I needed answers so I put my bag down and walked into the kitchen, standing infront of them.
I questioned "Mom, what the hell is he doing here? Why are you talking to him and not showing him the door?"