I walked towards the Language building in this school, but noticed that everyone else was leisurely going about heading towards the cafeteria. I looked around and it dawns on me, its lunch time! After the whole escapade, time had passed and it was now lunch time. I looked at the bell schedule and sure enough 3rd period and 4th period were over!

How could this be? I walked towards the cafeteria, and not paying attention to where I was going, I bump into this very tall, athletic African-American girl. I quickly apologize and look at her face. She had the smoothest almost caramel colored complexion I had ever seen. Gawking at her I muttered “wow you are very pretty”.

She “tsh”s at me and turns back around and ignores me. Right away my attitude changes and I go around her and continue on my way. Finally in line for food, I start feeling proud of myself for not becoming too noticeable today. Then that thought quickly decimates, as i realize that I hadn’t been doing a good job at keeping a low profile. First, I bump into that boy; whose name I don’t know; then I almost befriend that blue girl, then I get attacked and I’m saved by a mysterious boy, and lastly, just now I bump into a beautiful black wavy haired girl.

I get to the front of the line and get my food, I go outside and sit in the middle of the quad perfectly visible in case anything happens, and perfectly invisible to everyone else who are just focusing on their group conversations.

I begin to munch on my cheeseburger and nearly gag. I look down and notice that the burger has pickles. I very modestly spit out the piece I bit and open my burger to take out the pickles. I take another bite and I just can’t bring myself to eat it. The taste of pickle is too much. So I drink my milk and eat my carrots with ranch. When I’m done I get up to walk around and listen to different conversations. Since I am still a nobody, no one should pay too much attention to me walking around and eavesdropping.

“So she did do it?!” girl 1.

“Totes did! I cant believe how big of a slut she is!” girl 2

“Well heres hoping she gets pregnant and you become home coming queen!” girl 3

The bell rings, I get up and the girls get startled. I guess they didn’t realize I was here. But as soon as they see that I’m the new girl, their shocked faces turn to whatever faces and they get up and go. All I can think to myself is trivial, stupid and trivial. They worry about things that wont matter in the future. With my map in hand I make way to history class. I look around and there are some fun-loving people here at the school. People playing sports like soccer, girls already forming study groups and exchanging numbers. It feels like everyone has someplace were they fit in and are welcomed. But not me.

As I begin to ascend the stairs I hear a commotion and as I continue to climb, someone yells “watch out!”

I turn around and I see a soccer ball coming towards me. I maneuver myself quickly and do a high round kick to kick the ball back to the boys playing soccer. Once again eyes are on me. I make a full turn to continue my path up the stairs, only to slip on someone’s uneaten cheeseburger. As my right foot slides to the left, my body unable to balance itself begins to fall to the right. This time there is no one to catch me. I hit my hip on the edge of the stair I was on and as I’m about to roll down the 5 stairs that I climbed I am stopped by some legs. Now on my back facing up, with my shirt twisted and my skirt raised to expose my bruised outer thigh, I look up and I can’t believe my freaken luck. It’s the guy from this morning, the one who i bumped into. Without moving, for fear of me rolling down, he bent over a little, our eyes met and asked “are you ok?”

Gruntingly I responded ” yes I’m ok” and extended my hand so that he could help me get up. And for a split second it looked as if he was going to reach down to grab it, but then he stepped over me and continued to go up the stairs. Once he moved the only leg holding me up, with a shocked face I looked down at the stairs and rolled down. I rotated 2 times and hit the floor landing on my bruised side. I couldn’t help but groan in pain, and using the momentum I sat up. I held my thigh and as he turned to continue upstairs he looked at me and I looked at him.