I take off, looking for a place to eat for the remainder of my lunch. I explore the school before I go behind a building that’s partially abandoned. It’s a pretty old building, but I guess they still use it since I see a bunch of music equipment through the window. It’s obvious that it’s used for music but it’s not my music room. The instruments in there aren’t even the instruments taught in this school.

I walk away from the building; I don’t wanna get involved in such a place. I look around and see a tree in the abandoned courtyard and lean back on it. I take out my half eaten sandwich and continue to eat. I look up at the blue sky, ignoring the hot tears that are falling down my face.

I’m actually quite surprised that I held them back this long. In my opinioun, there’s no point in holding back tears if you’re alone, it’ll only hurt more, so I continue to let them roll down my face. I take a sip of my pop and I feel the sweet mix with the salty.

I continue to look up at the sky all the while ignoring the aching pain in my chest. I don’t care. What did I expect, anyways? She doesn’t even know me, and it’s obvious that I don’t know her. I lean back against the tree and absorb myself into my thoughts.

————————–Flashback Ends————————–

That was the bittersweet memory of my first day of high school. Sweet, because I found out that my dream girl existed and bitter cause I found out she’s a bitch.

But that was just the beginning. The rest of my day was just as unpleasant. In the rest of my classes, people recognized me as the girl from the quad, i.e. the “four eyed freak”, who was disliked by the popular kids. Apparently, their way of thinking leads them to believe that if the popular kids don’t like someone, they shouldn’t either, and that’s exactly what they did.

In just the first day of high school, I already received my first nickname, and not a good one at that. I was the four eyed freak. Others with glasses weren’t offended by this, frankly they were just happy that it wasn’t them being called that. I know there were others like me who also deserved the name four eyed freak, if anyone was to at all, but it’s easy to see that it’s one thing being a four eyed freak, but another thing entirely being the four eyed freak.