Socially Awkward.

נᴇммᴀ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀsσɴ ωᴀsɴ'т ωнᴀт ʏσυ ωσυʟᴅ cᴀʟʟ ρσρυʟᴀʀ, σʀ ᴀ тσтᴀʟ ᴀттʀᴀcтıσɴ тσ нᴀʟғ σғ тнᴇ вσʏs ıɴ нᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ. sнᴇ ωᴀs sσcıᴀʟʟʏ ᴀωκᴀʀᴅ ωнᴇɴ ıт cᴀмᴇ тσ вᴇıɴɢ υρ ıɴ cʀσωᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ωнᴀт ɴσт.נᴇммᴀ ωᴀsɴ'т ωнᴀт ᴀɴʏ ɢυʏ ωᴀɴтᴇᴅ. sнᴇ ωᴀs ıɴғᴀcт sσcıᴀʟʟʏ ᴀωκωᴀʀᴅ. ʟᴇтs sᴇᴇ ωнᴇʀᴇ тнıs sтσʀʏ тᴀκᴇs υs..


1. Chapter 1.

''Oh god.. there's the weird emo girl, again.'' I sat quietly in the corner of the room with my paper in my hand. ''I thought she would have for sure killed herself already. I mean... who really cares about her anyway?'' The blond girl whispered to her friend and  I felt my hand shake and I dropped my paper, staring at the ground.
'''Mr. Stewart, can I go to the bathroom, please?'' I asked. He narrowed his wide rimmed glasses at me, ''The question is can you?'' I started scratching my arm. ''May I?'' I asked again. He shook his head and I put my head down. '''Please, I really have to go.''' I begged. The girls were snickering at me. '''Miss Anderson. I said the answer is no. Now go take a seat.'' He commanded. ''But- ''No buts. Sit down.'' He glared. I defeatedly walked back to my desk and sat. I felt myself getting light headed as I heard the girls conversations. The room started going dark and I collapsed. I tried getting up but I just fell back down. The worst part was nobody helped me. They snickered and laughed while I managed but I couldn't. ''JEMMAA!!!!!!!''

I flew out of bed, sweat dripping off my forehead. ''Jemma your going to be late!'' My mother exclaimed, pulling the covers off of me. I was in a big huddled ball on the ground. The covers were suffocating me. I rubbed my head and let out a yawn. ''Do I have to go? Maybe I could be homeschooled or something like that.'' I protested. She sat at the foot of my bed, picking out my clothes. ''Nope.'' She made it clear to me, popping the p. I sighed and sat back down. My mother did know about the way the kids treated me but, she knew I could get through it. I wasn't tough at all. One word could break me like a twig. That was the one thing my mother didn't understand. ''Alright, here's your clothes. I have a waffle downstairs for you.. if you want to eat before you go.'' I nodded my head and got up. She started walking out but stopped, ''Jemma, try and make an effort today. Please for me.'' I smiled at her and started getting dressed. 

I glided down the stairs, with my backpack in hand. My mother was sitting at the kitchen counter, reading a magazine. It was amazing how amazingly strong she was, and she made a daughter like me.. 
I ate quickly, checking the clock every ten seconds. ''I got to go.'' I mumbled. She nodded and gave me a wide smile. ''Remember, your strong. Jemma.. you truly are. I believe that you will do great. Just show those kids the real you.'' She hugged me and I layed my head on her shoulder. She was the only one I really did have. 
''You can take my car if you want. I know you don't like driving your old one.'' I chuckled, ''Thanks mother.'' 
I grabbed my backpack off the kitchen chair and walked out towards the garage. I switched the light on, revealing a black shimmering honda.
I did a quick little dance and hopped into the car. It was my first time driving this and I had to be very careful. 

I started pulling out of the driveway, with my music blaring. I had 'Concrete Angel' on. It was one of my favorite songs by Martina McBride. It really spoke to me. I mean, my mother didn't abuse me or anything but its also about a girl that had no friends and one day she magically does. That gives me hope.
I pulled down the mirror to see my reflection. My brown hair was up lazily in a bun, my face looked pale and sullen. I sighed and put it back up. I never had once been satisfied with what I saw. I know nobody is perfect. I understand that.. but, everyone else around me even my mom looked better them me. Maybe it was because I wasn't suppose to be fit in with all the others. I was suppose to stand out. Truth be told, I wish I didn't. 
The song was soon off and a Miranda Lambert song came on afterwards. I hummed alone until I came towards the school.

I turned off the engine and just sat there. It was obvious I didn't wanna go. Anyone that saw my face could easily see pure terror. I was scared, and nervous, not even mentioning the dream I had. It was normal for me to have those kind of nightmares but, it still worried me, none the less. 'Be Strong. I know you can be'  
I let my mothers words cloud my thoughts. Eventually I stepped out of the car and entered the school. I was going to be strong today. I couldn't let my mother down. 
I have failed her enough.. and this time was gonna be different. 
My shoes click-clacked and the loud conversations took place. I stood there quietly, waiting for my schedule. It was pretty much the same as last year.
Same rude obnoxious girls. The quiet people that always stood away from everyone else. The loud jocks that fought over who was gonna date who. It was all the same. And yet.. it felt so different. 


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