Beep Beep, Beep Beep!
"Five more minutes.." I sighed, pulling my arm out of my nice, warm, cosy sheet and stretching it to press the snooze button, if I could find it. I was dreading school. I had absolutely no friends whatsoever. I didn't know if anyone would talk to me today, even the teachers. They all seemed to favorite the popular kids, so the only way I would probably be talked to today is if 1) The teacher asks me a question, 2) I crash into a popular and they call me a loser or freak, or 3) My brother, Lance, tells me that I need to pick up mom's dry cleaning. And he'll only do that when no one is around. Sometimes I get in trouble with mom because I didn't pick it up, since Lance never told me to. But I take the blame anyway. And the reason why he never told me? Because he was ashamed to be my brother, and wouldn't do it in front of every one else. Lance is the captain of the Pacific Ocean High Tigers basket football team. And I'm an outcast. We're so alike, huh?
The alarm clock went off again. I sighed, sat up and rolled out of bed. I looked at the time. My eyes were still blurred, so as far as I knew, the time was Early. I went to the bathroom, cleaned my teeth and all that malarky, then went back to my room to get dressed.I put on some capri shorts and a striped top with different shades of purple. To finish, I put on my newly bought purple converse, and went downstairs. No would ever say, "Hey, nice shoes, Nicole!", they'd think 'outcast' or insult me, saying "Hey finally got new shoes, Nicole? Wow, you needed some!". So nice of them. I just try and ignore them, but it usually ends up with me in a toilet cubicle, blubbering. And then someone hears that, and spreads that around.
"Hey mom." I sighed, pouring myself some cheerios.
"Hey sweetie." She was reading the newspaper. Obviously, the news was more interesting than me. It's like the newspaper was avacation to Hawaii and I wasthe extra eyelid everyone has. Not needed, pointless, unknown. And me knowing these facts just makes me even more of an outcast.
I finished my cheerios, grabbed my bag, said bye to my mom and went out to the school bus, just in time.
I sat down in my usual seat. I caught someone's eye; They were obviously whispering stupid gossip about me. I sighed as the bus pulled away from the sidewalk.
When I got to school, I went to my locker to grab my books.
"Hey, nice shoes, Nicole!" A voice said. Really? Someone actually said that?? Was it my imagination? I turned around and sure enough, one of the popular girls stood with her friends close behind.
"Thanks!" I smiled.
"Unfortunately, they would only be classed 'nice' in Dorksville." She made speech marks with her fingers when she said nice.Great, when I thought someone was ACTUALLY being nice to me, it turned out to be an insult. So I went looking for a reason why they hated me. Maybe it was how I looked? How I acted? What I do?
"Why do you hate me?" I asked.
"Well, you're a nerd, you're smart enough to figure it out by yourself." Her crew giggled, and left, leaving me humiliated. I sighed, and turned back to my locker.
I wished I could move school, I just wished. I'd begged my mom countless times, but it never worked. So now, I've got nowhere to go. I just wanna know how I can ever try to be better. No one ever lets me in.
After homeroom, I went to science class. I always sat in the back, where I can always see a paper airplane coming. Although this ain't the best view for movies, like we were going to watch then. Jake, a really tall guy, sat in front of me. He was six foot tall, at least! I could only see the sides of the screen, and that was it. I sighed, and turned to the back of my notebook. I started doodling random things, and then some words I thought of earlier came to me.
Hey, that could make a good song! I thought. I decided that could be the chorus, now I just needed some verses...
I continued with it in my music class, and soon enough it was done.
I didn't know what I would find
When I went looking for a reason, I know
I didn't read between the lines
And, baby, I've got nowhere to go
I tried to take the road less traveled by
But nothing seems to work the first few times
Am I right
So how can I ever trY to be better
NobOdy ever lets me in
I can still see yoU, this ain't the best view
On the outside looking in
I've been a lot of lonely plAces
I've neveR been on the outside
You saw me thEre, but never knew
That I would give it all up to be
A part of this, a part of you
And Now it's all too late so you see
You cOuld've helped if you had wanted to
But no one noTices until it's too
Late to do anything
How cAn I ever try to be better
Nobody ever Lets me in
I can still see yOu, this ain't the best view
On the outside lookiNg in
I've bEen a lot of lonely places
I've never been on the outside
How can I ever try to be better
Nobody ever lets me in
I can still see you, this ain't the best view
On the outside looking in
I've been a lot of lonely places
I've never been on the outside
Oh oh oh oh oh
I had capitalized letters in the song spelling out a message, and boy, do I hope it's true.
I went to Literature, and noticed a girl sitting all by herself. I went to sit by her. I didn't recognise her at all, so I figured she must be new.
"Hi," I smiled. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Hi." She returned the smile.
"I'm Nicole. Are you new?" I questioned.
"Er, yeah..." She sighed. "I'm Georgia. Not having much luck at the moment.."
"Why?" I asked, but then realized I shouldn't; She might not want to talk about it.
"Erm, no friends?" She laughed not comically.
"You've got one now." I grinned. "If you want."
"Okay." She laughed.
And for the very first time since kindergarten, I had a friend. I learned that everyone was either jealous or had a big ego. I actually fought back when someone insulted me, and most people left me alone. And now, whenever I woke up, I knew I would have a conversation. Nothing seemed to work the first few times, but this time, it worked, somebody actually let me in. I'm only sometimes lonely, when I'm not in the same class as Georgia, but when I have my best friend, I'm not on the outside looking in, I'm on the outside having fun and living my life.
I may always be on the outside, but I may as well make the most of it.