"Veronica! Are you even listening to me?" I look up from my breakfast and look at my father. I haven't been listening but I know what he's saying. My C- in math isn't cutting it. "Dad, I know what you are saying. I know that I need good grades. I'm trying" I respond. He looks at me with a frustrated look. "Don't try. Just do it" he says. That's his saying. Trying doesn't cut it around here.
My brother and sister pretty much always have good grades. So I am the problem child. I don't clean 'right', my math grade is never above a C, and I'm not a great athlete like my siblings. It's not like I'm out doing drugs or having sex yet my father acts like I'm the worst child he could have.
My social life is nonexistent. I have A's and B's besides math and I may not always do my chores right but I'm not perfect. My father doesn't seem to get that. I just moved to this town two months ago and I still have no one I can call a friend. Sure I have people to talk to, but not always. Sometimes they leave me out. I feel alone and unappreciated. Its my senior year and I have no one.711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZzp4tSZuTw
I finish the rest my eggs in silence, make my lunch and walk out the front door to wait for the bus. I'm a senior and I can't drive. I know it's lame. The bus comes to a stop and I get in. The girl that sits to me in calculus motions for me to sit next to her. I pretend to not to see her. I don't want to be mean but I'm not in a good mood and I don't really like her. She is one of those people that doesn't try to be annoying they just are and when she walks she stomps.
I don't know if its on purpose or if that's just the way she walks but it annoys me so much. Anyway, I sit down in an empty bus seat and take out my iPod and headphones. I put on my favorite song and try to forget my stressful life. I sit there and close my eyes and the bus fills up with more and more people. We finally get to school. School starts at 7:30 and it's only 7. I find it so unnecessary that we have to be here so early.
I sit down with my sister at our usual spot. My brother went to his jock friends. My sister spots her friend and looks at me with a look asking for permission to leave me. "Go" I said. She smiles and gets up. "You sure?" She asks with a worried look. "Yeah, my acquaintances are here anyway" I smile weakly. She nods and walks away.
I walk toward the people I usually associate with. "Hi" says Layla with a bright smile. She has long brown curly hair and bright blue eyes, she's really pretty. "Hi" I reply with a smile of my own. She turns back to Sam Porter. They constantly flirt and I don't understand why they don't just date already. I just stand there and listen as usual. They act like I'm not here at all. Someone taps me from behind. I turn around and see Ronnie. "Hi" she says. She has long red hair that's straight. She has a small face.
Like her eyes, mouth, and nose are all scrunched up in the middle of her face but she is generally pretty. Her boyfriend stands next to her. He's okay. I personally think she could do better. Not just attractive wise but personality as well. He is a good person, just not a good boyfriend. He doesn't treat her right but oh well not much I can do. Ronnie turns away from me and starts kissing her boyfriend and once again I'm the third wheel. I guess I'm used to it by now. It's been like this since I got here but I can't help feeling sad and alone. I walk back to where my sister and I were sitting.
I sit down and watch everyone around me. They all have someone. I look over to Ronnie and Layla. They haven't even noticed I left, or if they did, they didn't care. I hate it here, but no one seems to notice. No one cares. People ask if I like it here so far and I lie. I say everything is great. I cant really tell them the school sucks. People wouldn't like that very much. My old school has a bad reputation here and I agree it wasn't the best school, but at least I had friends. 711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ05cX5rVUz2
I take my iPod out if my pocket and decide to stop feeling sorry for my self. My life could be worse. I put my headphones in my ears and escape. Music has been and always will be my my escape. I close my eyes and just sit there escaping my life. I tap my foot to the beat and mouth the words. I don't care if people think its weird, its me. Its what I do.711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUuZBRKeFC
All of a sudden, I feel something touching my shoulder. I open my eyes and see a guy sitting next to me. He has short black hair and pale skin. He is really attractive. I take out a headphone. "Hello" he says with a quirky smile. "Um...hi" I say. He is sitting way to close for comfort. I move a little so I can have some room.
"My name is David Jameson" he says very cheerfully. "Um...I'm Veronica Ames" I reply. He smiles and holds out his hand. I shake it and he says "Nice to meet you. I've seen you around and you always seem...alone." his voice sounds kind and concerned. "I like being alone" I lied, afraid that if I admitted my loneliness that I would seem like a loser or weak.
"No you don't" he says. How does this guy know this? "Yes I do" I say. He looks at me with kind and gentle eyes. He puts his hand on mine and says "No you don't. I can see it in your eyes." His voice is so soothing and sweet. Who is he? I know I'm pretty new and all but I've never seen him in my life. Either way, I'm glad someone noticed. "Did you come sit with me because you feel bad or something?" I ask.711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZofWZEkrFR
He shakes his head. "I came to sit with you because I know your pain. I know what you're going through and I can help" he says. His words are soothing but I'm a bit creeped out. How could he possibly know what I'm going through? "Um...how do you know?" I ask. He looks at me with his piercing hazel eyes which I hadn't noticed till now.
"I've been through it all" he says. "I could tell you but it's gonna take a lot more time than what we have" I look at the time and it's 7:25. "Well, when can you tell me?" I ask interested in this attractive quirky guy. He smiles a cute lopsided smile and says "Tomorrow morning. Be here."711Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa4dEiH0ZVQ
