My, you guys are getting spoiled this time! I'll update every other day (hopefully) For the next week or so. Don't expect it after this week though!

The girl was sitting with another girl and a guy, and the guy was doing funny things.

I smiled bitterly. If they only knew Life wasn't all about fun and jokes, and friends.

That's right. A voice said in my head. You're just worthless crap.

I pushed the voice away, but it was still there. It persisted, more annoying than that girl could ever be.

Speaking of the girl, she came up to me after class, a bit meekly. She stood and blocked the doorway. I made ready to fight if I could, but I heard the voice again.

You're weak. You can't win, you never can. You're stupid and slow, a ladybug could win a fight with you.

That's true. I'm scared to death of ladybugs.

"My name is Christiana." the girl in my way said. "I was wondering if you'd like to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

I pushed her away and headed for block 1. Before entering, I turned around.

"I'm not interested in your little cliques." I told her in my little voice. I spun around, only to run into a guy who was talking to a girl. The guy looked familiar to the guy who was trying to be funny, in homeroom.

In fact, he was kinda good-looking…

You're no good for anyone. The voice said.

He noticed Christiana. "Hey, girl! How're you?" They went on talking.

So they're all in the clique. I thought bitterly. I walked past them and sat down in an empty seat. Under my desk, I slid off my black flats.

When everyone else filed in, I saw with relief that that annoying girl wasn't in the class… but the girl and the guy were.

Then a guy stood at the desk next to mine. "Mind if I sit here?"

I looked up at him and nodded. He didn't seem startled by my disheveled appearance. He just sat down and sorted his books.

Oh, if you were wondering what my disheveled appearance was, it was a black t-shirt, black capris, and black flats. I have – well – disheveled blonde hair, and bloodshot eyes from not getting much sleep.

Go – yourself. The voice told me.

(I will not print the name it used)

Finally the teacher walked in, and class started. The nerd guy next to me kept taking notes.