I grit my teeth as I'm, once again, pushed into a locker. The guys that pushed me laugh and high five as they walk off. I frown and fix my large 'nerd' glasses. Personally, I like my glasses. They're unique and different but no one else does, they call my glasses geek glasses. I don't mind too much, at least it hides my unnatural eyes.

My eyes are a deep shade of blue while my hair is a pitch black color. My dark skin tone adds to my weird appearance, making it seem that my hair and eyes aren't natural. I roll my eyes as I pick up my stuff. When I reach for my last book, another hand grabs it. "Thanks," I mumble to my friend Jim.

He nods and passes me my books, a small frown on his face. "Here, next time don't let them walk all over you." I nod but don't look at him as I take my book. He was a average sized boy with platinum blonde hair, sky blue eyes, sharp features and a dazzling smile. Despite all his fan-girls and friends, he still made time to hangout with me.

He grabs my hand and starts dragging me to class. I sigh and let myself be dragged to first block. Ignoring the whispers and laughs that were directed towards me when I entered with Jim, I sit down. Jim sits in the front with a large group of his friends but it's assigned seating so I wasn't mad at him at all.

I sighed as I saw the teacher walk in, they may claim I'm a geek but that doesn't mean I'll accept it. I stay quiet for all of class, ignoring any jeers or remarks from my classmates that are sent towards me. I get up at the end of class without trouble, the trouble is getting to my next class now that Jim isn't with me.

I walk through the crowded hallways being pushed, bumped and deliberately shoved as I go. I end up dropping my books as soon as I'm halfway to class. I sigh as everyone empties the hallways for late bell. As I'm picking up all my books that were stepped on.

I notice someone walking with two other people, I only glance up. Its the small group of kids who don't really care for school much, also classified as emo's but technically they aren't since they're the worst jerks around. I watch the boy in tthe middle meet my eyes for a moment.

His eyes are a clouded green and his hair usually covers his eyes so that no one can tell what color they are. I guess I could feel honored....but I don't. I roll my eyes as he turns away to start talking to his friends again. So I get the best view of his black hair, wonderful. Note my sarcasm.

I pick up the beaten books and stand up, headed to my next class. I'll give the jerk this, he didn't make fun of me.