(The Picture above is Vivian.)

I made my way to Biology, focused on the assignment that Mr Thomas had given us during History. Great, just what I nee, another project to work on so that I could sleep at 1am again. Simply perfect.
Suddenly, I felt myself flying through the air. The Biology textbooks that I was carrying flew out of my arms as I slammed into the ground, the books scattered all around me. I pulled myself up and started to gather my books when an arm stopped me.
"Finally made it out of grief Vivian? Or has it driven you insane?" Olivia scoffed. Olivia Leicester was the daughter of the mayor. Her family was rich and literally swimming in gold. This seemed to make her think that she was superior to everyone else. Her glamorous friends from equally wealthy families laughed along with her. I glared at Olivia and grabbed by books from the floor. "Oh, right. I forgot. You're already insane anyway, I don't think it would make much of a difference. Has an asylum agreed to take you in yet, or are you having trouble with that too?" I gave her one of my good glares that I had mastered throughout my continuous practice for the past year.
I hurried to Biology before she could tease me even more. In Biology, I sat down in an empty table as everyone stared at me in disgust. The girls were gossiping excitedly about me and the boys were shaking their heads at me. I knew I would never find a guy. I was just too...weird, I guess. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to tug the knots out. Olivia chuckled at my attempt to look decent and was joined in by her friends. Olivia was wearing a turquoise crop top over a black singlet. She wore bell bottom jeans that fitted her slim legs perfectly. Her hair was done up in curls that tumbled down her back. Her delicate feet were slid into turquoise heels. A necklace was hanging around her neck, while a silver bracelet was wrapped around her wrist. I stared at her enviously, as did the other girls, wishing that I had her good looks and sense of style. I didn't even look in the mirror while dressing myself today, or ever. I looked down at my clothes, suddenly self-conscious. I was wearing a blue colored, white polka dotted sweatshirt that was drenched with water when I had spilled water on my shirt during breakfast, not exactly the nicest outfit in the world. I had wound a navy blue scarf around my neck and my glasses were balancing on the bridge of my nose. There was no other way to say it-I looked hideous; utterly, and unchangeably ugly.
I tore my gaze away from Olivia and listened closely to Mr Johnson.
"Now, look closely at the slide under your microscope and write down the stag of mitosis." I grabbed the microscope and slid Slide No. 1 under the microscope. Everyone was in pairs, except for me. I was about to check through the microscope when suddenly, the door creaked open and a boy stepped in. Ok...I admit...he wasn't just a boy...he was a hot boy. His brown hair was shaggy and messed up in a cute way and his eyes were the most amazing color; sea green, the complete opposite of my horrible stormy grey eyes. All the boys were staring at him jealously, while the girls were twirling their hair around their fingers, batting eyelashes and puckering their lips. I just rolled my eyes. Great, just great, another stupid, stuck up boy who thinks he's the best at everything just because he's hot, like I said, great. Mr Johnson told the boy to take a seat. The hottie scanned the room for an empty seat until he realized that the only vacant seat was the seat next to me. I rolled my eyes as he shuffled to the seat next to me and sat down.
Just when I thought that it couldn't get any worse, Mr Johnson announces,"The person sitting next to you will be  your Biology partners for the rest of the year." I wanted to scream. Partner with hottie boy for the rest of the year. Uh. Can my life get any worse.
The hottie stared at me and mimed choking, then pinched his nose. I rolled my eyes and looked through the microscope. "Anaphase," I murmured. Scribbling it down on my paper, the hottie looked through the microscope after smirking at me. "Anaphase," he confirmed. I ignored him and continued my work.

Prophase

Telophase

Metaphase

Interphase

Done.

I put down my pen and glanced to the side. The hottie was flirting with Olivia who was giggling and twirling her hair.
"Hey girl, you look hot. I'm Bryce, Bryce Becker." So the hottie's name was Bryce. I rolled my eyes at Olivia's attempt at flirting subtly, she was, like, totally failing.
Just then, the hottie winked at Olivia and whispered in her ear,"Meet me at my house after school. You look good in bed. The address is 15 Wisconsin Road. Don't dress too covered."
I was shocked, he literally just asked Olivia to have sex with him at his place after school! I think I was the only one to hear it. Olivia was flushed, she was obviously a virgin. Hopefully they would kill each other in the process or get an STD. That would totally improve my life.
After a long day of school, it finally ended. I walked to lunch and caught pieces of gossip flying around the hall. I pretty much got, well, everything.
Apparently Olivia wasn't the first to have sex with Bryce. Lydia and Sasha were screaming about how Bryce had thrust inside of them with a feeling of fire. Then, they gasped dramatically and squealed. There were the new sluts of the school, Olivia, Lydia, Sasha, Dana and pretty much every girl who had thrashed around on bed with a boy, which was all the girls. Except for me.
I was a virgin and I would like to keep it that way. Besides, boys would never ask me to their beds, I wasn't pretty enough, in fact I wasn't pretty at all. Who cares anyway, studying is more important.
As I walk past the bathrooms, I hear moans, groans, screams, squeals and contented sighs. Ew. Why would girls like it anyway, they just have sex with a boy then flounce off to another one. Sluts. Oh well, that's their problem, not mine.
If I were in a relationship, I would want it to be serious. I would love the boy with all my heart and he would love me back for who I am.
As I walk out of school, I notice posters on the boards with students crowded around it.
There was one word which confirmed my suspicions.
It was one of my biggest fears and I dreaded the coming of it every school year as it was compulsory for every student to attend.
What is the word you think scares me so?
It's one simple word.

PROM