This is my first story so please tell me what you think.
I sat in the corner of the classroom and got on with my work. Alone. I’ve never been popular but over the past year, even my few close friends have slowly drifted away and have forgotten that I even exist. I’m just starting Year ten and, already, before I’ve even started my first lesson of the year, I’m getting the impression that nothing is going to change this year. I’m a loner. Everyone just ignores me. When they have to speak, they say the least they can possibly say to me. For instance, the only thing that Billy, the biggest chatterbox in the class, has ever said to me is yes and no. And it’s not because I’m fat or ugly or because I have a huge wart on my face or anything. I have pretty bog standard looks. Long brown hair, dark brown eyes, average weight and height. I’ve just kind of been rejected from day one, that’s it. And I thought that would be it for the foreseeable future…until this morning.
Mr. Hunt, the most boring English teacher in the world, was telling us off for something that wasn't even our fault. It was at this point that the most handsome guy I'd ever seen walked into the room. He looked about 5ft 11, with blue eyes and blond hair. He walked over to Mr. Hunt and talked quietly to him for a minute or so and then they both faced towards the class. Mr. Hunt introduced him to the us as Tom, the new boy and then told him to take a seat. He glanced around the room, looking for empty chairs. There was one by Paul, the class geek, and Katie, the popular girl had got her “sidekick” Emily, to move so that there was empty space next to her.
He surprised everyone with his choice of seat, especially me. He walked straight past Katie, the popular, pretty one, and came and sat in the empty seat next to me, the loner. Katie and most of the rest of the class (who weren’t ignoring me) turned in their seats and glared at me and then turned and smiled at Tom. Tom looked at me with my head down, and then at the rest of the class glaring at me, mouthed sorry to me and winked. I whispered to him that my name was Meg and it was nice to meet him. After about a year, the class finally ended and Katie strode over to us.
“Tom”, she said giving him her most flirtatious look. “You know, you could of sat next to me? Why did you sit next to Megan?” She spat the word Megan out like it was dirt on her tongue. Tom looked at me confused.
“I didn’t know there was a rule saying I have to sit next to you …” He paused and looked to her for a name.
“Katie. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now, but look, what lesson do you have next? I probably have the same one as you. I’ll take you to it if y...”
“It’s OK”, Tom butted in before she could finish. “Megan has already offered to show me around, haven’t you, Meg?” He looked at me and smiled and even though I hadn’t mentioned anything about showing him around, I agreed and we walked off leaving Katie stood their with her mouth gaping open.
“What was all that about?”, I asked Tom as we walked along the corridor to our next lesson which coincidentally we shared.
“Well, let’s just say that I’ve dealt with her type before, and it wasn’t pleasant!” He almost laughed as he said it and I watched him in awe. I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. Good-looking guys like him always LOVE the good-looking girls like Katie and even if they don’t, they never even so much as glance at me!
I showed Tom around the school at break and then we didn’t see each other for the next two lessons. I expected that by lunchtime, he would have found out what a loser I was, so I was very pleasantly surprised when he came and sat at my table to eat his lunch.
This isn't finished. I will update it when i can.
I would try to choose a different word, just so all people can read this without getting confused.
