Today was the first day. It was supposed to be the first day, and I never knew how or why it ended up ending so badly. My name is Magenta and this is the beginning of when it all went wrong. But, that is my opinion.

It was on September 27, 2004 when I had just transferred from a school in northern California to southern California hoping to find a new start with a similar environment. I was only 14 years old and already I was living on my own. My parents had passed away along with my younger brother in a horrible cabin fire accident 5 years ago. Luckily, after spending 3 years with some people who pretended to be my family, I was able to become an adult in the eyes of the court and be free to make my own choices. Today is the first day of school, I am a freshman in highschool at a new school, in a new city and I am scared. I don’t know anyone and I do not wish to get to know anyone, because it’s pointless.

I woke up late that day and rushed out the door. As I got on to the city bus, I saw two elderly women get off the bus walking away, laughing, simply reminiscing about a simpler time. The bus started and I turned forward, and thought that maybe this year, this set of people would be different than before. I turned to look out the window and a bouquet of red fire looking roses caught my eye. They were beautiful. As the bus came to another stop I saw a group of 4 girls poking fun at a fifth brunette, glasses wearing, slender girl. It made me upset, and thought no, this year will not be different. All of these people are the same.

I had made the mistake of making friends before and maybe it’s because we were children and they were so naive, that maybe leaving me behind wasn’t their fault. Nevertheless, I know that psychologically it has scarred me and I don’t wish to try anymore. No one ever truly remembers those middle school days when children are testing out who they should become, but I do. Those daily trials that I constantly failed at, the humiliating days that I suffered because of girls who didn’t want to understand and boys who had nothing better to do. I was better off alone then and I am better off alone now.

The bus came to a stop and I stepped off. Only two blocks away from the school, almost a 48 minute commute so that I could attend this school with enough pretense so as to not stay longer at the end of the school day. That first day I had the sensation that I was being watched, and I though I turned my head and saw nothing, the next few times I simply ignored it. I walked unto campus, a very nice semi-prestigious school, that still enforced the uniform policy. Something I hoped would help me stay invisible and finish school without any problem. I made my way to the office and talked to a secretary about my paperwork and schedule. She was rude, or maybe on edge since many things were supposively going wrong. I took my schedule and left before she realized I had knocked over a plant because she shoved me out of her way.

Maybe if I would have stayed and received a map like all new students get, none of this would have happened, but that wasn’t the case. I walked outside, first bell had rung and I hurried my pace to get to my first classroom that I had no idea where it was. That’s when I saw him. Well more like that’s when I bumped into him, as I fell backwards on my butt, I looked up. Because of the positioning of where he stood and where I sat, he seemed angelic. The sun glowing behind him, I couldn’t help but notice all of his features. He was taller than me, had dark brown hair, a slightly visible jawline, and a very straight nose; the straightest nose I had ever seen. He had light brown eyes, and was kind of tan. It felt like I was gawking at him for the longest moment in all of my life up until that point.

As he reached out his hand to help me, I could see his lips moving. I felt myself do a weird face not understanding what was going on and realized as I reached out to him that he was saying something to me. As he pulled me up I quite loudly asked what?! It surprised him and as I looked around, the idea that I would be invisible this year shattered like glass. I looked back at him and apologized, all the while trying to stop myself from blushing the beat red color I know my face to get.