Just Let Me In

Day 1:

P.O.V Analisa

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I was tired. My calves were already sore from walking the two miles to school. I really was wimpy when it came to exercising. At least I could admit it to myself! As I pushed open the door at the entrance of our school, I checked my reflection in the clear glass. I looked like I usually did. My hair was only to my shoulders and cut in layers. It was messy. I had always wanted to highlight it...but my parents didn't approve. I was wearing jeans with a band t-shirt (P(!)ATD), my signature outfit. If not completely fashion concious (sp?), at least I was always comfortable.

I had never really been in shape since I quit field hockey. My body wasn't skinny, but I wasn't chubby either. After I quit FH, I just had so much more time to do things I really loved. My afternoons were spent at the piano, drawing or studying. I enjoyed doing that more than killing myself sprinting across a field. The sprints were hell. Especially during the summer, as the bright sun seemed to taunt me. That was back in 7th grade. I had really considered continuing with the sport, but eventually decided against it. My parents agreed with my choice. As always, anything that gave me more time to study was a great idea in my parent's books.

I was immersed in "Gone With the Wind", when some boy rudely plowed over me. I dropped my books and everything else I had been balancing precariously in my arms.

Most boys at East Wing High weren't exactly polite. Well, that was an understatement. Instead of demanding an apology from the boy (I guess I should've been watching where I was going too), I bent over and started gthering everthing i had dropped. I suddenly realized how messy I really was. On the floor layed a coffee mug, gym shorts, multiple CDs and a few paperback books I made a mental note to start getting more organized, though I knew that I never would. I watched the boy's shoes the whole time. I think they were called "converse"...they were a classic black colour and looked like they had been through quite a bit. The laces were grey from wear everywhere expect where the fabric twisted around the eyelets. At those few spots, the thread was a pure white. At first he paused, his shoes unmoving next to my calculus textbook. They seemed hesitant, as if he was going to hlp me. Not suprisingly though, he was soon gone without an apology. All I heard was a low grunt and off the shoes had gone, slow and casual down the hall. I didn't even bother trying o figure out which jerk the shoes belonged to.

Great way to start off the day I though as I twisted my lock. I really loved school. Unlike most people at my school, I enjoyed learning about pretty much everything: the history of our ancestors, properties of different substances, poetry.. and more. On the othe rhand though, I had never really been close to my peers. There were so many jerks and so few sincere friends that I had stopped looking for those sincere ones a while ago.

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