Is it just me or does this sound more like a memory and less like a story ( yeah that's right, I'm breaking the fourth wall)? Let's fix it. Here I am, your average 16 year old girl in average 16 year old classes and people on average don't really like me. I don't quite know if I did some social faux pas or I give off a weird vibe, but for some reason I live on the outside of the social scene. However, like everything, there are exceptions to the rule. Take my best friend, Jenny. She liked me on the spot.  So it's understandable that I was excited when I found out that we had classes together. I walked into one of my favorite classes and instantly greet her.
     " Hey girlllll!"
      And as per usual, she responds with, "Heyyy!" Then we dissolve into giggles at our valley girl accents. Now I am normally on the receiving end of some dirty looks at this point, but I just smile and keep moving. Throughout class I raise my hand and ask some convoluted question to satisfy my curiosity and generally provide entertainment for the masses. Unfortunately, my jokes and puns are positively terrible (normally I would tear paper at this point). By the time the bell rings I'm not so willing to be forgiving and I typically take it out on Jenny, who must be masochistic to put up with all my crap. I force her to wait for me and rely on her to make me feel better about myself, even though she has her own crap to deal with. But I've known her since we were little and old habits die hard.
~Flashback ~
     "Would anyone like to give Raina a tour, seeing as she's new here?" Gosh how I hated myself in that moment. At least I'm sitting in the back of the the room.I guess I'm going to be alone at this school too.  It doesn't help that I shaved my head less than two weeks ago, and if that wasn't enough, I'm transferring here in fifth grade and most people already have their chosen friends. To top it off, I can't see two inches in front of me because I don't have a pair of glasses on. My internal monologue is interrupted by the teacher ,who is hopelessly trying to find someone to potentially be my friend. She seems nice, but then again every teacher I've ever met has been nice to me. She said that she's new too, so we get experience Miwok elementary school together. I think she just feels bad for me though.I wonder if I started crying would anyone notice or care?
      "Anyone? Oh, Jenny, thank you for volunteering." All I'm worth is one hand, and a reluctant one at that. I guess it's better than nothing. Finally recess time arrives and I can actually see who decided to take a risk and show me around. This girl is is a couple inches shorter than me and I hazard a guess that her eyes are brown. She is also remarkably bubbly. Then she asked the question on everyone's mind. " Why'd you shave your head?"
       I instantly stiffened and struggled with deciding what to say. In the end my reply to her and everyone else from there on out was "Because I wanted to."
      And bless her heart all she said was , "Cool." From then on she became mine. The only one I could trust to be my friend through thick and thin.
~Flashback end ~
     And so when the biggest jerk in my class ( whose day is not complete without hassling me) says some insensitive comment, I laugh in his face and remember that only in high school do people gossip about whether or not my shoes are cool. And all this coming from the only person I know who wears a snapback on a daily basis. Personally, I feel like if people are going to insult me, the least they could do is come up with something original, but whatever.