"Well, this is as good as I'm gonna get." I said to my reflection.
I looked the best I had in weeks, but it was still bad.
"Oh well." I sighed.
"Hurry up!" My mom yelled.
Walking down the stairs, I thought of how everyone was going to act like I was fragile and step carefully around me.
The car ride to my school was extremely tense. Mom wanted to talk to me. I was shutting her out. I didn't want to hear the lecture. I was tired of hearing it.
We pulled up to the school, and of course, everyone was looking dumbly at our car. I could tell they were all talking about me.
"Bye." I mumbled to my mom and jumped out of the car, ignoring everyone.
I held my head up, and forced myself not to look at any of the gawking, sympathetic faces.
This was getting old already.
First hour was History. Insanely easy. Stupid teacher, and too many people.
Of course they were all passing me stupid notes saying 'It's great to have you back!' and 'I missed you'.
It was so stupid. It's not like they actually had missed me, more like talked about me for the first week they heard the news, and then forgotten completely about me.
I had always been the outcast at this school. We moved here two years ago, and I never quite fit in. I always did at my old school though, and I didn't rely on Lea so much.
I think that was part of the problem. I didn't have anyone I could talk to, oh well.
The bell rang, I hadn't heard a word the teacher had said the entire class.
I wrote down the assingment, and tried to walk down the hallway without making eye-contact with anyone.
It was going to be a long day.
By the end of the day, I was tired, angry, and, as much as I didn't want to admit it, wanted to go home.
Mom pulled up, I got in the car, and we left as fast as we could.
I really hoped tomorow would be better.