The school bell, supposedly representing education and moving on in your life. In the mind of the Neanderthals of the 9th grade it represents lunch or three lesson left till lunch or time to go home. I stand in a wave of people, cheers' erupt from the crowds of hungry students making their way to their lockers to grab money so they can buy their lunch from the overpriced canteen. I hobble to my locker, dodging legs and people left and right. I grab my lunch and head towards the school lounge, not many people hang out there, they are always playing soccer or sitting on the wet grass outside.

"Hey Gwen" yells a voice. I look to my right and see Blaze sitting on the pink couch. He has his uniform on way too neat and his hair combed back, he looks like a tweedy bird.
"Hey Blaze, why is your uniform that neat, you know you'll get teased again for it" I say.
"Yeah I know that Gwen, but I love this uniform, it's so nice and warm and fuzzy"
"Maybe for you, the girls one is ugly and cold, you try wearing a skirt that exposes your body to any perverted teenager" I say. Blaze just laughs. Not all of the ninth grade is stupid, Blaze is a genius, I'm not super smart but I get a solid A or B if I put effort in. I look through the window at all the other students, my reflection shows my straight brown hair and my blue eyes, they remind me of a river, the mole on my face barely visible. I'm not pretty. A guy walks in and nocks my lunch off the table.
"Sorry about that, a pretty girl like you should be treated better" he says as he goes to pick it up, I think he's in my class. His name is Trent. From what I hear Trent is a genius, but the cool kind. Everyone likes him because he doesn't care about school. His hair is all messed up, like a bear's fur, but his eyes were sky blue, he had a cute smirk.
"No its fine, you can leave it here"
"okay ha-ha, so Gwen is it? Why do you hang here and not with the other people?"
"Because they don't like me, they just don't care about people like me"
"well, you're always welcome to come sit with me, after all, pretty girls like you should put yourselves out there" he says as he walks off. Is he joking, god he confuses me. Soon enough, the inevitable bell goes off and I begin my rush to get to my last class.