My alarm went off. I felt my arm reach out for it, then pick it up. I opened one eye and looked at the time displayed:

8 : 2 0

I groaned and threw it across the room. Then I realized: the school bus came around at 8:30. 

Shootshootshoot! I sat upright and threw off my covers, running to my closet and picking out my normal outfit. Today I was wearing a navy blue tunic and a sweater with a peachy pink background color and a cat with glasses on the front. For my bottom I wore light blue faded jeans and black combat boots. I tied my hair up into a messy dirty blonde ponytail and ran to brush my teeth. When I was done, I ran down the stairs and picked an apple from the fruit bowl. My mom was sitting at the table, reading a textbook. I pecked my mom on the cheek and pet my cat, Thunder, before grabbing my backpack from the table and streaking out the door.

As I was approaching the bus stop, I heard it screech to a halt and started to run faster. I got there in the nick of time and climbed on. My seat was in the middle, not too near the idiotic 12th grade boys, but not near people who would discuss goldfish memory spans for fun. Granted, I was one of those people, but I didn't want to be known as one.

"Hey, Lizzy! Liz!" a voice called to me from the door of the bus. It was my best friend, Kimberley Jones. He had dark brown hair with blonde high lights on the tip. His eyes were a chocolate brown and he always had a wide smile plastered on his face. Kimberley's been my friend since the first grade, and we're not floating apart at all, so I'm pretty sure we'll stick together. We plan to go to the same college.

Kim sat down in the seat across from me, trying to catch his breath, grinning. Once he was breathing evenly again, he swallowed and started talking.

"Lizzy, guess what happened this morning?" He squealed, smiling. 

I rolled my eyes, "Did Thomas-"

"Thomas asked me out!" He whisper-yelled. I laughed quietly at his bouncy attitude. He pulled out his phone and flicked it a couple times before he showed it to me. On the screen was a message chat between Kimberley and Thomas Williams. Thomas's little gray message bubbles showed how he asked Kim if he wanted to go to the café on Friday, which was today. I smiled encouragingly as he typed 'yes' on the screen.

A long time later, we pulled up at the school after passing a big fat red sign that said:

Sato Brooke High School

No soliciting.

Have a nice day!

I sighed at the last part of the sign. Like I was going to have a nice day. Usually my day consisted of keeping my head bowed down and listening to what others were saying without them noticing. And, I've found a plus. Because I'm so quiet, I can notice things other people can't. I listen, and watch, and catch little details and remember them.

For example: If I walked into the café, and you asked me to close my eyes, I would close them and turn my head down. Then if you asked me how many, let's say, how many people are wearing button-up shirts or wearing hats, I would tell you the exact number if I had been paying attention.

Cool, right? But in real life (a.k.a high school) it doesn't help at all. Like, whatsoever socially. Maybe I can tell them things they did before they saw me and, like, weird them out, but I'm already pretty weird at this school.