love BITES!, Tira [best self help books to read txt] 📗

Once again I fell down and was trample by the large crowd of students rushing to get class. No offer me a hand to help me up; everyone just step around me or on me. When people step on me they realize they were stepping on a human and quickly mutter a 'sorry', then quickly be on their way. Once again not even helping hand! No "are you okay?' Just a 'sorry' and be on their way. To them I'm just a huge brick blocking the way.

They don't care if I'm hurt by the hundreds of shoes stepping on my back and butt; hurting me. That's because to them I'm a invisible; as in nobody.
Nobody-a person of no importance. That's the definition in the dictionary next to the word nobody is a picture of my face. To be a me you have to have no talent, no friends and just a plain old idiot. If I was smart I would at least be a nerd and get pick on by the popular kids. The nerds think getting bully by the jocks is the worst thing in life but to me it would be heaven.

For someone to notice your exists and notice what you are wearing, what your doing wrong and how you look. The nerds at least have other nerdy friends to lean on but me....I have nobody. I try to make friends I really do but it's just....no one notice me.

Anyways enough with about my sad life. Let's get back to me on the floor getting flatten like a dead frog when a car runs over one. Have you ever seen flatten frogs on the road? I have it's really cool in a gross kind of way. ANYWAYS!

I try to get up off the floor but keep getting knock down. So I gave up trying to get up and lay down like we do in practice tornado drills; Sit down, cover the back of your head, shut up, and wait till its over. I didn't really understand practice tornado drills; if there was real tornado, we would all die because that crap they teach us is useless. I wonder during a real drill, would a teacher really walk around?

I close my eyes waiting for the heavenly bells to ring.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
I could cry; the heavenly bells have rung. I open my eyes and got up; the halls were empty. Everyone had made to their class just before the bell but I was late. Which doesn't matter because I planning on skipping biology anyways. I heard the sound of someone shoes tapping on the marble floors. I turn to see someone boy running fast right towards me. He was running so fast that I didn't have a chance to get out his way.

BAM! I felt like a brick was had ran right into me; I fell hard on my butt. The brick wall just kept on going not even muttering a sorry like everyone else does. Just kept on going running. He most have been a jock because the brick wall sure can tackle. Jocks usually ignore me anyways when they run into me. I hope that brick wall gets into trouble for being late and get sent to the Principal Man's office; I don't know what our school principal name is, so I call him Principal Man (PM) for short. Okay, anyways, then he gets kick off the football team. I would have curse him if I was one of witches at our school; witches are girls who worship the dead and curse people with the help of their ghost friends.

I get up for the second time and spotted PM coming up the hall. He spots me.
PM: "Hey you! Why are you not in class?!?"
Me:.........
I then take off down the hall.
PM: STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!!
I keep running and don't stop until I reach the elevator room. I close the door shut and I hear PM walking quickly pass the door. I then sigh and turn on the light in the elevator room. The elevator room was right next to the elevator. It had a small metal box on the wall; had the elevator wires in it. Then had a shelve with those crappy thin sandpaper towel paper ( if you could call it 'towel paper'), yellow and blue sponges, and cleaning products.I guess I could stay in here until next period; better then walking the halls having a chance to get caught by a teacher or PM.

I'll take a little nap. I lock the door to the room, turn off the lights and sit down on my book bag. I then take my jacket like a blank and lean against the wall. I close my eyes and slowly went sleep.

I woke up to a large crowd of people talking and laughing. I dug my cell phone out my pocket and it said 2:30. I slept through every class; grandma was going to kill me when she got the call from school saying Marry Cashews was not at all day. I got up and stretch. I pick my book bag up and walk out the elevator room. Since school was over like 5 minutes ago all the buses had already left meaning I had to walk home; Yay!

I walk out the school and the cold wind hit me; I shiver and zip my jacket up all the way.A group of girls(cheerleaders I think, it's hard to tell without them wearing their short skirts, it's fall so their wearing sweat pants.) were surrounding some guy; most likely a jock, jocks and cheerleaders always seem together. This Jock most be pretty smooth and good looking for all the cheerleaders to have their attention on him. I walk a little closer to get a better look at this amazing jock. Only thing I saw past the heads of the cheerleaders was silver hair. So the jock had silver hair. Strange because usually jocks dye their hair the school color; red and blue.

The jock pushes past the girls and smiles at me. I blink did a jock just smile at me? Wait, backup, did a SEXY JOCK smile at me. The jock was indeed sexy; he had silver hair, beautiful blue eyes and a slightly tan face. Okay, this guy most be new because there is no way anyone in this town could get a tan here, not even in the summer.

Sexy Jock: "There you are."
All the cheerleaders turn to look at me; giving me the old evil eye.
Me:.......( I still couldn't believe he smile at me and wait is he talking to me?!)
SJ: "Well ladies I got to go. My friend and I have to get home."
Me:........(friend?!?)

The Sexy Jock grab my arm and walk me over to a black truck and open the door for me. He wink at me and like an idiot I got in the truck. He then close the door and got in on the driver side. He then put the keys in the key hole and drove out the school parking lot. I sat there trying to figure out what just happen and how it happen. I took a string of my hair and chew on it; it's what I do when I'm confuse, nerves and worried.

SJ: "Where do you live me."
Me:.......(chewing on hair.)
SJ: "Hello? Earth to red head."
Me:.....(I look at him.)
SJ: "Where do you live?"
Me: "um, do you know where chestnut-valley at?"
Chestnut valley is a neighborhood.
SJ: "Oh yea....I live there."

Okay, he couldn't be too new if he knew where my neighborhood was at. I chew my hair; trying to figure out what to do next.

SJ: "Hey, um are okay?"
Me:.......(I nod my head slowly. I think I'm okay.)
SJ: "You seem tense."
Me:........(what to say!?!What to say?!? Something funny or something cool. Wait I can't think of anything funny or cool!)
SJ: "Anyways sorry about forcing you into my truck. I just needed to get away from those girls. They all smell strongly of perfume. I mean perfume is a nice smell but it was to much mix perfume. So I needed an excuse to get away without seeming rude. I lie and told them I was waiting for a friend and just then you came along."
Me:.....( I guess I was only his escape rope.)
SJ:"So sorry about dragging you into this.Forgive me?"
Me:.....( I nod my head.)
SJ: "You don't talk a lot do you?"
Me:.....(Shrug my shoulders.)
SJ: "okay, we're here at Chestnut valley....what street?"
Me: "Jinken street."
SJ: "That's the street I live on."
Me:.....(No way! How long?!? How I never notice a hunk live on my street?!?)
Questions exploded in my head like a volcano.
SJ: "What's your house number?"
Me: 156
SJ: "Cool your my neighbor. I just move here yesterday, my name is Flex."

Flex pull up in my drive way; instead of puling up his drive way making me walk cross his yard and my yard to get inside the my house- like a jerk, he was the perfect gentleman and even got out to open my door. I got out the truck and walk up the drive way.Flex then got back in his truck and drove to the next house over. I stop and watch him get out of his truck. He look at me, smiles and waves.

"Welcome to Jinken st!" I shouted like an idiot.
"Thanks." Flex shouted back and walk into his open garage.
I walk into the house and slam my book bag down.
'Welcome to Jinken st!?!?'
How lame......

I left my bag in front of the door; I'll get it later, maybe.

I walk over to the kitchen and go to the refrigerator. I had a root beer ice cold and ready to be drunken. I open the refrigerator and look at the top shelve; my root beer was gone. I blink and then look around in the