Life is not interesting but you may be surprised but I do have friends:

Rein and Bright.

Yeah and I was going to just end this chapter up to here but the sound of chit-chattering in echoing towards the classroom door. I sighed at my unwelcome visitors, I really didn't want to see those people, and in fact I treat them like ants that crawl around busily, going in all needless directions. What a bother.

I glance up when I hear the squeak of the door opening and look back down. I don't really have to have anything to do with them. I shall ignore those ants. Under my ruffled fringe, I see that my friends are doing the same thing, I like them. I can call them friends; they know what I'm feeling too.

I have no idea what the girls are thinking but it's pretty annoying if you keep whispering and randomly flicking rubbers at each other. And sooner or later, an old scratched up rubber landed right under my chair.

Oh great now she just has to come and get it back.

Of course, since I'm smart she daringly comes forward.

'Um excuse me, but could you get my rubber?' she looks at me with innocent eyes.

I stare back at her, clearly annoyed and not wanting anything to do with it, let alone pick it up for her.

I peer at her eyes, I deep crimson colour. Her wavy red curls that bounce in delight and I see her small, meek smile. I feel drawn to her presence. My back leans forward and my fingers linger towards a hard yet soft object. The world feels lit up a bit more….was it so dark before?

'Thank you so much….er…..?'

I snap back to reality. I think she's saying 'thanks', oh well don't bother me when I'm listening to music.

I glare at her. You wish you never flicked rubbers ever again.

Then she gives off her dazzling smile again.

Bright slaps me on the back.

'Hey you're talking! Like the girl over there? Be careful, she's really popular, Fine, the most perfect girl any guy would dream of.'

That's Bright, the popular guy, well with the guys anyway. Then there's Rein, who's peering at me when her head is still halfway down. Yeah that's right, she's shy, but bright in academics.

Fine: bright, clear and energetic.

The total opposite of me: Shade.

Yet why am I still thinking about this girl that came up to me to get her rubber back? Yeah sure she was a beauty, but why am I so attracted to her?

I walk home just like everyday, the dreary grey sky hindering me life. More cans today huh?

I lean forward and grab the can. I chuck it at a nearby bin, it misses.

A stranger walks up and picks up the can that I had aimed-so-perfectly at the bin and laughs. Well at least I think she's laughing, can't really hear laughter when you have music booming through your ears now can you?

Thanks very much, you person who doesn't even know how to respect someone who tried to throw a can.

'It's me Fine! What's your name again?'

I get a clearer view of this rude person and realise that indeed she is Fine.

Why is she here?

'It's..er…Shade.'

She laughs again.

Well excuse me for stuttering, i don't really talk that much. And as a kind gentlemen, unlike someone there, I pull my headphones from my ears and for once in my life look straight into someone with my own eyes without any music on.

She looks as though she had found some famous person that you usually don't bump into on the streets. But no, I'm Shade.

'How come you always wear headphones?'

I slightly close my eyes in annoyance. Can't she see that she was a hindrance? Stop making a big gigantic tear in my life… don't have anything to do with me!

'I'm not sad or anything… I just like to listen to music.'

'Oh.'

Yes, 'oh' she says with her eyes agape and clearly curious to know more.

'Go away, pretend you never spoke to me. I prefer to be alone thanks.'

And then I silently walk away. Not in some kind of cool style, but I don't want to see her face.

A crumpled smile and shattered eyes, tears dripping down her face.

Then I hear the 'blonk' , you know, the sound of the can. I look back to see what happened.

The can's gone from her hands and her face looks annoyed, wrinkled showing clear signs of a not-so-perfect girl. The beauty had shown her true nature.