7AN: I realize that I did have another story, but barely anyone read that. Yeah, I will continue it if I have time, but this story is my top priority over the other one. ITS CHRISTMAS BREAK! which means I have more time to write!
~Foo
Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
-Alone ; Heart
Jared Yenta.
Just the name could send my lonely heart into overdrive.
You see, people don't notice me. At all. I'm just…there. Being; existing. Alone is what most people would call it, that or just weird.
I'm actually truly alone, I have no siblings, my parents work so much it's unhealthy, and I have no friends. But, who would be friends with me? I have plain brown hair, brown eyes, and I'm 5 foot even. I'm something easily forgotten. Which, let me tell you, sucks.
I sighed, enough of my pity party. I closed my journal (which was full of Kim Yenta's, Mrs. Yenta, etc. etc.) and threw it in my backpack. This can't be healthy, moping over someone that doesn't even know your name, even though you've known them since pre-school.
Sitting on my bed, I put my head in my hands. Maybe things will change? Maybe, some way, karma is working in my way and I won't be so alone anymore. Even though this is highly improbable, considering the object of my affection has been gone for 2 weeks.
Things will change though, I have a feeling.
Maybe.
Monday.
September 24, 2009
6:13 a.m.
DING! DING! DING!
I swear I will shoot my alarm clock one day. Just wait.
I was pulled from my amazing dream of Jared noticing me and loving me to get ready for the real world.
Misery here I come. Whooptie-freaking-do.
I climbed out of bed to endure my morning routine: Wake up, mope, shower, get dressed, mope, eat breakfast, mope, brush teeth, walk to school in the rain.
While moping of course. I feel like such a loser, all I do is sit around and think about the bad things, it's not like I want to be like this, heavens no! It's just, high school society has made me this way.
Mope-y.
Once I was done, I left towards the crap house we call a school. I swear, if I punched the wall, my fist would go through the wall, the school is like, 1,000 years old.
I mean, isn't that a health hazard? Yeah, it is.
With the rain pouring down, I couldn't really see where I was going. My foot caught on a stray rock and I was sent forward…into the mud. I swear, it's like God moved that mud puddle right in front of me just for a good laugh, I mean seriously! You can't make this stuff up!
And, DUN! DUN! DUN!, I'm wearing white pants. Well, they used to be white anyway.
I sprinted back home to change into some new jeans, thankfully that is the only thing that got dirty. God's going easy on me today.
I ran into class late of course, Mr. Onue was going to be so mad! Bursting through the door I noticed 3 things at once:
Everyone was staring at me
Mr. Onue was mad (like I said)
Jared was back
It's weird how things go from horrible, to horrific, to absolutely horrendous in an hour. Someone grab a paper bag because I'm about to hyperventilate. So attractive right, almost hyperventilating in front of the most magnificent guy on Earth. As I made my way to my seat, I tripped over something, sending my papers flying everywhere. And, who, by chance, do I land on?
The only one that I could possibly land on with my luck.
Jared Yenta himself.
Blushing furiously, I slowly looked up to his face, locking my brown eyes with his light grey ones. The look on his face went from shock, to confusion, to something I can't really identify. I've never seen anyone look at me like that, or look at me for more than 0.5 seconds. Odd.
I straightened myself up and turned to look at what I tripped over, and what do you know? Tyler Rem's foot is what I tripped on. Shocker.
"Watch where your going, freak." Tyler snickered, along with everyone else laughing behind their hands like I don't know they are laughing. While angry tears started to form in my eyes, stupid traitor tear ducts, don't cry, don't cry. I kept my head down, with a muttered "sorry". Normally this stuff doesn't bother me. It's usually "Freak" or "Creep" or "Ugly Duckling". Jared looked positively furious, probably because I touched him. Tyler is his best friend after all, he wouldn't be mad at him. Good thing I sit behind him, maybe Jared won't see me. I looked up, only to be met with the malicious eyes of Tyler.
And he was holding my journal.
"Dear Diary," He read loudly. I knew there was no stopping him now. This was going to suck epically.
"Jared doesn't notice me. I think it's because he thinks I'm a freak and ugly. After all, his friend Tyler told me today that my butt was too big and that my mother doesn't want me. What hurt the most though, was when he told me I was invisible. Maybe someday Jared will stick up for me…" I couldn't take the laughter anymore. I burst out of my seat and through the class door, leaving the class chanting "Invisigirl, Invisigirl, Invisigirl!" behind me. Sprinting through the halls randomly, I found a hall that no one goes through anymore, due to the fact the lighting was shut off and there was no air conditioner. I sat myself down and cried.
And cried. And cried.
"Hello?" A voice called from the darkness. "Are you alright?"
AN: Cliffy! Who do you think it will be? Review! Longer chapters to come!