“Please let me stay home mom!” I exclaimed.
I was trying to explain this feeling of dread washing over her body every time I thought of school to my mom. This conversation had been repeating itself for the past week, ever since this tall blond boy walked into class on wednesday. He was wearing a plaid shirt with a white tank top underneath. His hair was slicked to the side and it swayed and bounced when he walked. His posture was horrendous with one strap of his backpack over his shoulder. All the popular girls immediately started to apply lipstick and check their hair. I didn't really notice him until he sat next to me instead of next to all the other girls offering his seats. He had put on too much body spray.
“Hey” he mumbled all the while blushing up a storm.
I nodded and began to wonder how any of the girls could like him. I immediately felt the popular girls' eyes burn a hole in the back of my head. So I turned around and stared until they started to feel uneasy. This was unusual for most days. Usually I ignored them and they did the same. But after Benji sat at my seat they were obsessed you could say.
A few classes later I was opening my locker and I had a mini avalanche of death letters and hateful notes fall out of my locker.
Apparently the popular girls didn't think I was worthy of such a hairechary boy. When the girls found out I was unphased by the notes and still didn't move my seat.
The next day they went full on rage mode. First it was that I was obsessed with Star Wars which was a large no-no for a girl at the River Moor middle school. Then it was that I was transextual because I didn't wear makeup or have long hair and I wore baggy clothes a lot. They just got worse and worse from there.
I personally did not care and neither did Benji. Benji was the sweetest soul out there, he had a perfect smile. He was just as serious as me but he was always smiling around me and laughing.
The heat started to calm down over time when people found out he wasn't the unruly and obstreperous boy they made him out to be on the first day he came to River Moor Middle School.
Soon I started to look forward to talking and laughing with him during the first period of the day. Sometimes, I even thought, Would he like this or will this impress him? This regularly happened when trying on clothes in the bathroom mirror.
He started regularly saying how beautiful our kind was. Then, he one day said, “You’re so crazy! I never thought I’d have a crush on such a weirdo!”
I was stunned to say the least. I’ve never truly believed in the whole “One true love.” He made me doubt my beliefs.
I was trying to explain this feeling of dread washing over her body every time I thought of school to my mom. This conversation had been repeating itself for the past week, ever since this tall blond boy walked into class on wednesday. He was wearing a plaid shirt with a white tank top underneath. His hair was slicked to the side and it swayed and bounced when he walked. His posture was horrendous with one strap of his backpack over his shoulder. All the popular girls immediately started to apply lipstick and check their hair. I didn't really notice him until he sat next to me instead of next to all the other girls offering his seats. He had put on too much body spray.
“Hey” he mumbled all the while blushing up a storm.
I nodded and began to wonder how any of the girls could like him. I immediately felt the popular girls' eyes burn a hole in the back of my head. So I turned around and stared until they started to feel uneasy. This was unusual for most days. Usually I ignored them and they did the same. But after Benji sat at my seat they were obsessed you could say.
A few classes later I was opening my locker and I had a mini avalanche of death letters and hateful notes fall out of my locker.
Apparently the popular girls didn't think I was worthy of such a hairechary boy. When the girls found out I was unphased by the notes and still didn't move my seat.
The next day they went full on rage mode. First it was that I was obsessed with Star Wars which was a large no-no for a girl at the River Moor middle school. Then it was that I was transextual because I didn't wear makeup or have long hair and I wore baggy clothes a lot. They just got worse and worse from there.
I personally did not care and neither did Benji. Benji was the sweetest soul out there, he had a perfect smile. He was just as serious as me but he was always smiling around me and laughing.
The heat started to calm down over time when people found out he wasn't the unruly and obstreperous boy they made him out to be on the first day he came to River Moor Middle School.
Soon I started to look forward to talking and laughing with him during the first period of the day. Sometimes, I even thought, Would he like this or will this impress him? This regularly happened when trying on clothes in the bathroom mirror.
He started regularly saying how beautiful our kind was. Then, he one day said, “You’re so crazy! I never thought I’d have a crush on such a weirdo!”
I was stunned to say the least. I’ve never truly believed in the whole “One true love.” He made me doubt my beliefs.
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