11AN: So this is my first story on here! lolz and I hope you guys like because I'm not use to writing my own creation's. Lolz.
No One Understands
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She walked up to the school she had been going to for the past 2 years and thank god she was in her third year here. No one would understand what was wrong. No one could understand what her home life is like. She just has to face it. No one understands.
She walked along the halls and then turned straight into the courtyard where everyone is. Students, very little amount of teachers but then again does she care? She moves her way through the raging amount of people and into the doors of the first hallway she sees. She sighs and opens the door and makes her way up the stairs and then down the hallway and turns right, and continues on-ward until she reaches room R2, Art. She wasn't the best drawler and she needed the credit. As much as she hated coming for school, the work kept her occupied.
She spotted her teacher, talking with some of the students in the classroom and sighed. She sat down in the back of the classroom, already having everything she needed out and just wanted this class to be over.
After Art, she made her way back towards the courtyard and walked straight into more doors and walked inside. The trophy hall was the hall that has the most students passing through and she just needed to get to Spanish 2. As she made her way there she looked around. She noticed all the guys holding onto their girls and their friends all around them having what was suppose to be the best years of your life. But to her she never thought so.
She walked into Spanish and was the last one to arrive. Everyone stared at her and watched as she made her way to the middle row and 2nd seat in. She didn't have many friends and she could care less, about what anyone thought about her;
As class started, she began to take notes as her teacher, Ms. Hallen, wrote them on the overhead. She looked around and noticed some people talking to each other and one of those people happened to be Tyler Andrews. The guy she didn't hate but envied. Tyler had everything he could ever want; A family to love, friends to hang out with and most importantly he was ordinary. He was a nice guy that always helped someone in need and he was the star of the basketball team, I mean who could blame him? He rocked at basketball. He played baseball and some football too, but stuck with Basketball the most.
She moved onto the person beside Tyler, which happened to be his best friend. Aiden Mitchell. He was beyond gorgeous, Brown hair, Blue eyes, nice body...but he stayed to himself. She couldn't figure out who he was most of the time, since he was in most of her classes. 4 to be exact and had the same lunch as her. He was also on the basketball team and enjoyed it, but kept reserved, like her. She wondered who he really was. Come on really, Tyler and Aiden have been best friends since before they were born...well that was because their mother's were best friends and pregnant around the same time. How would she know? Because her mother used to be their friend, but that quickly died off. She sighed and looked back to her paper and continued to write the notes. She just knew something about this day was going wrong.
After Spanish she made her way towards Health. Who likes the class anyway? She hated it. She never really enjoyed any of her classes except for English. But that was whatever. She climbed the stairs and then made a sharp right and then towards the first door and opened it and went towards the first row, second seat. Assigned seat. She hated when the teachers gave those out, but it didn't really matter to her. All that mattered was her finishing school and be done with it.
As the bell rang she started to follow along in what her male teacher was saying. Something about Lung Cancer. She zoned out and moved around in her seat. She winced a little as she hit her elbow on the desk. The bruise hadn't healed and it hurt bad.
"Miss James, are you alright?" the teacher, Mr. Sanders asked. She looked up and met his eyes and then looked around and saw that everyone was staring, including Aiden. She gulped.
"I'm fine," she spoke quitely and Mr. Sanders nodded and and went off onto Diabetes. She hated to speak, because normally she would whisper or talk softly and quitely. She just didn't feel the need to speak up to anything. She just didn't want to be noticed. But she was too late.
October Lillian James was too late.
She had been noticed.
And he saw her wince and felt her pain.
Aiden Mitchell felt her pain.
Soooo? What do you think? It's my first story to use my own characters. I'm usually writing for Fanfiction and write about High School Musical and Twilight. lolz.
Please review and tell me what you think. I know it's short but I promise it will get better and longer;
-ashley