As long as I can remember I've always been trying my hardest to fit in with the people who surround me. At school, the people I call friends, it always ended with me being alone no matter how hard I tried. No matter the dedication to others did I ever have those efforts and feelings reciprocated. I am Tobi 15 years old in 9th grade. Ive been living with my grandma for the past 7 years alongside my sister. It was a regular monday morning. Walking to school I feel the the salty sweat drops run down my face. Wearing a large black hoodie in the peak warmth of summer is mandatory for me. I hate how exposed I feel in our school uniforms. I feel the need to hide my pitiful complexion from the missjudging eyes of the people in the sweet comfort of my hood. My grandma decided to speak with my school to allow me to wear what I need to help my attendance. They probably agreed out of pity for my situation at home and school. As I near the school I see a couple of my classmates. Girls and the quiet gossip kind at that. As they walk by, I hear them giggle and I could swear I heard one of them say "so fucking disgusting".
What did I ever do to be labelled as such?
Oh well, I think to myself. They probably think I smell gross because of how sweaty I am. Walking through the hallway I suddenly feel a shocking smack right on the back of my head. It was one of the macho popular guys from class.
Yoo, what's good bitch??
H-hey...
I replied quietly still trying to hold on to my own comfort zone abruptly being held hostage from me.
I heard you tried shooting your shot on Kai's girlfriend last Friday. Well shit bro I don't blame you, she fine as hell.
He said while putting his arm around my shoulder.
N-no I wasn't trying to do that.. I j-just-
it's whatever man we got class in 5 minutes and I gotta use the shitter. Id recommend walking home early before Kai leaves school. Later emo!
I feel the cold rush of adrenaline enter my veins, understanding the predicament I've now been thrown into.