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“I really need to start wearing hockey gear.” I commented rubbing my shoulder. Some pale slender Goth kid walked pass me and was one of the 100^th lucky person to knock into my shoulder trudging their way to class.

“You so do!! I know a couple of hockey players…” Liz joked elbowing my shoulder.

“Ha-Ha thanks.” I said.

“Somebody’s in a somber mood!”

“Sorry, its just I'm so sick of feeling invisible in this school.” I looked at her.

“Well maybe if you wore some sexy ass clothes to show off your big hot boobs, than yes you would be noticed.”  She ran her arms up and down my body. I looked at my outfit; I had baggy faded black jeans on with a studded belt to hold it up. The studs on the belt were either worn or completely torn off. For my torso, I wore a big baggy jacket to keep out the cold but underneath I had a dark green v-neck blouse with a ‘grandma’ design on it. I never really gave into the whole beauty scene; first of all I was too poor to actually buy trendy things and too lazy to get a job. And secondly I did not like the idea of ‘beauty is pain’ I could never really handle the pain part so I stuck to being ‘ugly and comfortable.’

“The only thing that matters is my comfort!” I said loudly sticking my finger out. Only one or two people turned around to look at Liz and I, trying to figure out the strange voice yelling something crazy. I blushed a little than put my finger down and backed away a little behind Liz.

Liz rolled her eyes than continued with the conversation. “Why don't I give you a make over?!” she asked enthusiastically.

“Uhm…. No, never in a million years actually.” I said casually.

“Damn you!” she shook her fist and walked away. “BYE MY LOVE!” she called out to me. I laughed and shyly waved. I stood bye my math door for a while examining her walk. Well, more like courageous model strut. Her long red hair was tossing side to side and her pattern blue and purple shirt ruffled from side to side at her hips. Her long black skinny jeans got tighter around her rear end and her colorful shoes stomped on the plain white dirty school floor. Basically, with her skinny figure and pale white flawless skin, she is going to be the next Americas Top Model.

I turned around heading towards my math class door. As I walked in, Tristan Daniels was walking out. As I slipped in the door I felt his warm chest brush against mine. My heart began to flutter and my stomach got sick because THE Tristan Daniels TOUCHED me. ME?!?! I looked up and stared at him, having no fear of him looking back. He would never look at me back, even when we were lab partners he barley even noticed me. He barely even remembered my name! Every girl was obsessed with him, and even a few guys, but not me. I was not obsessed. My stomach and heart over reacted over him because it was like a celebrity, correction; it was a celebrity who came little less than an inch close to me.

I caught my breath and sat in my regular seat. I leaned down to pick up my math books and open them up to start the Do Now. I was the first person in class so I finished before the bell rang and half the class came rushing through the door. Since I was in the back of the classroom, I got one of the metal school desks, which had many little doodles on it from previous classes, so I began to read. One specific doodle caught my attention. It said:

Hello…

So, feeling pretty badass and thinking what the hay! I answered back:

Hey there!

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