I should probably explain who It is. It is one of the most popular guys in school, and all the girls absolutely love him. Well, all the girls except for me. You see, It has this thing where he thinks he has to talk to me, to acknowledge that I exist, but I don't want that. Is it so wrong to want to drift through school unnoticed?2
Anyways, back to the story.3
I go to my first two classes and everything is normal.4
First hour I sit and do nothing while the guys I sit with try to out do each other by throwing pencils and cutting each others hair. Then they saw my waist length hair. Tomorrow I'm wearing a bun.5
Second hour no one sees me for the most part. One of the scissor wielding idiots is in that class as he taunts me with that till the cute blond distracts him. Can't say they're not good for anything. And I spend the rest of the class checking my E-Mail as the teacher drones on about the elements and principals of design, something I've covered in about seven previous classes.6
My third class comes around and I find myself the happiest of all my classes. This is where I get to sit out in the hall, iPod in pocket, painting, one except for the three guys pinning stencils to they're shirts. As soon as I get my hair tied up I get started.7
About five minutes after I've settled into an almost hypnotic trance that was either induced by either the sheer act of painting, the Rolling Stones, or the fact that I'd climbed eleven flights of stairs and it's only 10:00, when who strolls past but Creepy Stalker Kid. He walks by me twice and I think nothing about it. So what? The kid needed to use the bath room.8
After I get my stuff all put away I head to my next class. At the top of the stairs (Oh joy, four more flights) someone has the audacity to step on me. I turn around, prepared to bitch whoever had the idea to step on me out to my fullest extent, and there was Creepy Stalker Kid.9
"You still have your hair up," He says with a twisted little smirk.10
"Oh," I replied with a questioning tone, "Thanks?"11
Weather he said something after hat I'm not sure because I had to baby myself down the stairs while tugging my wrist band out of my hair. I reach the bottom level, exhausted and prepared to write the school a grant of money that I did not have to install escalators and what had just happened fully sunk in.12
Is he following me? No, it's just a weird coincidence.13
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~To Be Continued...~ ~14
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