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I looked up at the clock, only 15 more minutes until Geography was over. I sighed; it was probably 15 more minutes of torture. I looked around; all of the kids were enjoying the lesson. Everyone but me, they were laughing at the little lesson that the teacher was doing. What the heck am I suppose to do? Laugh my head like my friends were doing? I didn’t think so. What was the point of Geography anyways? No, what was the point of this game? Would I be able to talk out loud? Speak all my feelings to them? No, I don’t think so.
I looked at the clock again, 10 more minutes of torture. The laughing stopped. All eyes were on the door. I didn’t care, most likely another package of “Fun” supplies for geography. Mr. Doris got up from his seat as he walked towards the door. All eyes followed. I didn’t care; I grabbed my pen and started to doodle on my notepad. I never wanted to know what they were looking at, why it was so important. I just yawned. I played with my pen; I drew little birds, cats, until I heard my name.
“Lindsay?”
I looked up; right in front of me was Mr. Doris. I managed a weak smile as I asked quietly, “Yes, Mr. Doris?” I was aware that no one’s eyes were on me. Why would they be? I was the outsider of the whole school. It was likely that no one gave a crud about me. I noted that their eyes were on something behind the fat teacher. I was looking up, hoping that I didn’t get in trouble. I put by pen down, and slowly put the notebook away. He didn’t seem to notice.
“We have a new student, and I would like you to help him around. We made sure that he has the same schedule as you, so might as well start now. Good luck!”
I made a face behind his back, I hated talking to others. I managed a tiny smile at the new classmate, not even looking at his face. It was just me to give people a negative start to the day. It made my job a lot easier. The lesson started again, it was more than just a lesson. It was the “Oh my Heck! It’s the BEST Lesson Ever!” lesson, I growled with anger as I looked at the clock. Only five more minutes, thank God! I started to doodle with my pen again, but the thing that I wasn’t aware of was that the new kid was looking over my shoulder, and that the other kids were looking at me, despising me just because he sat next to me.
“How do you draw like that?”
The question caught me off hook. I grabbed the notebook in front of me and spun around. There was no one watching me, only him. I didn’t know who he was, and he was talking to me. No one ever talked to me before. No one even bothered; they all knew that it would end up into an argument sooner or later. I smirked, if this kid wanted to mess around with me he could for all I care. I answered, “Practice, why are you looking at my drawings? Don’t you have anything better to do? Or is it that you’re looking at me in pity?”
I knew I caught him off guard as well. I always did that to others. Perhaps the boy would turn around and never talk to me again. That’s what they all did anyways. I didn’t except an answer, not at all. No one answered me. Unless it was the teacher, but that boy proved me wrong.
“I don’t have anything better to do; I am looking at you in pity, why aren’t you talking? Don’t you have friend? Am I that horrible looking that you wouldn’t even bother speaking?” He pursed his lips and went on, “Or is it that you don’t want to have any friends? Are you an outsider?”
“I don’t want to talk OK? No, I don’t have friends. No, I didn’t even look at you yet. I don’t want anyone to know me. I AM an outsider; you got a problem with that?” I knew that I shouldn’t have been so harsh. It was part of who I was. I hated him, he asked me questions, and he challenged me. He answered me.
“No, I’m not fine with that. You should talk. It’s healthy for you. No, I don’t have a problem. You’re good looking, why are you an Outsider? The first time that I saw you I thought that you were a Popular.”
“I don’t want to talk. I’m never a good person to talk with. I don’t care if I’m good looking, they all hate me. Then you don’t know me. You would never know me if you thought that I was a Popular the first time you saw me.”
“Dude, calm down, I want to be friendly with you. Besides, you have to deal with me the whole school year. At least until I know where to go. My name’s Jake by the way.”
“Friendly, that’ll be the day when I become a Popular. butt, then you should learn where each and every one of you’re classes are already. I don’t want you to be hanging around my shoulder the whole year Jake.”
“Never mind, by the way, you’re Lindsay right?”
Dang it! How did he know my name? I thought to myself. I tensed looking at the clock again. Less then a minute left. I decided to answer when the bell rang. I waited. I knew he was looking at me. I knew that they were all looking at us. The bell started to ring. I responded, “Yes, I am Lindsay Sophia Simb.”
There was at least ten minutes that I had by myself until I had to see him again. I was furious, I was angry, why did I have to be put with him? I really didn’t know my own schedule that well. Wait- what class do I have next? I looked at my schedule, the halls were already empty. It was Lunch. Dang it! Lunch, he’d be looking for me. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to find me.... It’s not always easy to find me outsiders...
I managed to walk into the lunch room without being stopped once. I was hoping to find a seat where it would be quiet and peaceful. Someone grabbed my wrist. I spun around, getting ready to kick that person. Hopefully it wasn’t a teacher. I growled as I saw that face. It was Jake. His green eyes looked at my hazel eyes as his wild brown hair looked similar to my brown hair. I hoped that it was something important. Or I’d have to strangle him right there with hundreds of students witnessing it.
“What do you want Jake?” I growled; it was no fun being in the center of attention when the new kid and suddenly the most popular kid in the school were grabbing your wrist in a lunch room full of juniors. I studied his face carefully; I knew that there was something to read in his eyes. There was excitement and determination. Behind all of it, there was affection in his clear green eyes. I was about to gag.







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