So, for starters, I thought we could be bluntly honest with each other. I think it's good to be honest with people, don't you? 

    I really hate school, with a passion, if you will.

    Really, it's nothing against the teachers. I think they are great. It's nothing about the lunch ( which by the way, actually ain't that bad). None of that fits why I hate school.

   It's really just the kids that decide to come.

   They're not very nice kids. AT ALL. Like literally, you tick one of them off and they post it on freaking Snapchat, and call you all sorts of cruel names that to you may feel like the end of the world. It's like they have absolutely nothing better to do.

   If you're like me, however, you won't care. ( Meaning you are not like me because you'd freak if someone did that to you, so there.)

   I'm pretty normal for a girl. I mean, what do I have that's not normal about me? Curly, dark chocolate brown hair, forest green eyes .  My clothes are just what you should expect from a person like me. And that my friends is the only color that seems to fit me personally.

Black.

Nothing cool. I don't go as far as to paint my nails that color, which at the moment is currently blue, I just see no need for any other color. Why should I put on color when the world around me is gray and withering in it's dreadful sight? I despise the people that wear bright colors. I dread the very thought of those idiots with those stupid smiles on their faces, as if the world is great. 

    Am I a emo kid? NO. To me emo is music. It does not define a person. It can be an adjective to maybe describe the person, but it does not define who YOU are.

Am I depressed? Possibly. I've never really cared much for asking myself that question, but I don't think it really matters.  I be who I want to be, not what everyone else wants me to be. 

   The school's walls are snowy white and have posters on them that look like they'll fall off any second, saying " Beat the Hawks!", and useless stuff like that. My locker is blue, rusty, and the only thing that holds my books. It's kind of a pain to open, but eh, whatever. You get used to it, especially since I'm in like 9th grade and have had lockers like this since Middle school.

   Just as I open it, some one slams it shut. I look up, and glare at the stupid boy with the smirk of a devil. " Hey Emery, " he says coolly. 

 He has dark hair, like mine, and his eyes are a sharp hazel like color. He's built, which is probably why he swoons all the girls. Not me. I scoff. " Hey yourself, Nathan." I reopen the locker.

He tries to shut it and I push him out of the way. " Excuse me, " I say. " I'm trying to get to class."

His  head goes back and he laughs as he leans against the old lockers next to me. " Why do you waste your time on such things? Why can't you skip with me? It's fun."

I shut my locker and hold my books against my chest, my stare hardening to a glare. " Maybe because I actually want to learn, and NOT be as dumb as you and any girl you bewitch, that's why. "

 " Hey, I'm smart. "

I smile and start to slowly walk forward as he back up in time with my steps. " You're smart? Really? Then tell me something. Why can't your pea sized brain get the message. I. Don't. Like. You. Leave me alone. Jerk." I spun on my heel and stalked off.

" You love me!" he yells. " You'll come eventually."

I groan. What a creep. I turn back to yell just as someone runs into me. I gasp as my books fly out of my hands and my papers go everywhere. His things combine with mine, and it's hard to see which text books are whose. 

I glare for a second, then stare like a moron when I look at him. His hair is a jet black. Not the dyed kind, but the sort where its original, in his genes.  His eyes are a baby blue, warm, soft, almost breath taking.

He puts his hands on his cheeks. " I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going. "

 I get my head out of the clouds.Idiot. " It's fine, " I say, kneeling down and picking up my books. He starts to gather my things as well and pauses when he sees my music sheets, in which are now scattered and dis-organized. " You play piano?" he asks.

I nod. " Yep. It's the only thing that seems to remind me that there is joy in life.

He cocks his head. " There are a lot of joys in life."

" Well then educate me, dear idiot."

He smiles. " Love."

I burst out laughing. " Love?! Love is for fools! How could you say such a thing. You're funny."

His eyes narrow. " What do you mean?"

" Didn't you get the memo? Love is for losers. A thing that will get thrown away by everyone that comes around you. Completely and utterly worthless. Dumb."

He hands me my stuff and gets up. " It's not worthless, and it's not dumb. " He brushes his pants as he backs away. " You'd know that if you actually learned to love. "

I cross my arms. " Uh, excuse me ? I know how to love. It's just that people aren't worth it. "

 " How would you know? It's not like you know everyone on the planet."

" I know enough to know that love will never happen to me. It is child's toy. Used for a while, then long forgotten. "

He shrugs and starts to walk away. " Whatever. You win. " He turns and does the phone symbol. " Call me!" 

" Oh, please, I don't even have your number!"

He grins. " It's in your text book, Ms. Emery."

" But how-"

" TEXTBOOK!"

He's gone.

I stand there, dumb founded.