I walked down the crowded hallway of my high school trying not to call attention to myself by burying my hands deep in my pockets and staring at the ugly, moss colored floor tiles. I held my breath as I passed a group of guys notorious for picking on easy targets such as a myself. It was general knowledge that I fell into the "nerd" crowd and was consequently rejected or bullied by most of my peers. This used to bother me, but not so much today. Not really anyway.
With my gaze locked on my feet, I failed to notice a locker door that had been carelessly left ajar. My head hit the metal surface, sending a resounding thud down the hallway. The kids around me began to laugh. Someone called out "nice move" and others began making similar sarcastic comments. No one asked if I was alright. As embarrassment crept in, my pale, freckled skin began to flush bright red, adding to my humiliation. I imagined what the other kids were thinking. "That Sebastian is such a loser! He can't even walk down the hall without causing a scene."
Trying to hard to hide my pain, I brushed a lock of my curly brown hair over the quickly emerging welt forming on my forehead. I pushed my glasses back onto my nose and continued down the hall, this time slightly more aware of my surroundings. Normally after this type of humiliating scene I would end up eating lunch in an empty stall in the bathroom, avoiding the ridicule of others. Not today though. Today I would show the others I was not the clumsy nerd they all thought.
I turned the corner and stopped in front of my only safe haven here at West Carroll High, the science lab. I loved knowing that the lab was full of equipment and materials that could be used to release chaos upon the school, given the right combination. Only a few people in the school truly understood the secrets hidden in the complicated formulas, and luckily that information wasn't included in our textbooks. Score one for the nerds.
These thoughts were pushed aside when Jenna Michaels emerged from room. Jenna could only be described as the opposite of myself.
With my gaze locked on my feet, I failed to notice a locker door that had been carelessly left ajar. My head hit the metal surface, sending a resounding thud down the hallway. The kids around me began to laugh. Someone called out "nice move" and others began making similar sarcastic comments. No one asked if I was alright. As embarrassment crept in, my pale, freckled skin began to flush bright red, adding to my humiliation. I imagined what the other kids were thinking. "That Sebastian is such a loser! He can't even walk down the hall without causing a scene."
Trying to hard to hide my pain, I brushed a lock of my curly brown hair over the quickly emerging welt forming on my forehead. I pushed my glasses back onto my nose and continued down the hall, this time slightly more aware of my surroundings. Normally after this type of humiliating scene I would end up eating lunch in an empty stall in the bathroom, avoiding the ridicule of others. Not today though. Today I would show the others I was not the clumsy nerd they all thought.
I turned the corner and stopped in front of my only safe haven here at West Carroll High, the science lab. I loved knowing that the lab was full of equipment and materials that could be used to release chaos upon the school, given the right combination. Only a few people in the school truly understood the secrets hidden in the complicated formulas, and luckily that information wasn't included in our textbooks. Score one for the nerds.
These thoughts were pushed aside when Jenna Michaels emerged from room. Jenna could only be described as the opposite of myself.
