People never seem to notice me. In team picking, I am always the last one. Teachers never give me sheets of homework either because they don’t notice me. I always have to go, “Madam, You didn’t give me one.”
I really am noticeable because I am just dull. The clothes I wear are baggy and every single day I wear the same baggy hood jacket, baggy ¾ pants, and a pair of dirty black converse. The only thing that I think is the passable feature of me is my emerald eyes, they are however hidden by my honey brown hair, I like it that way.
Now, we’re having English. The assignment is to research a poet in the medieval ages. We have to be in groups. Unluckily, the teacher chose leaders, the leaders are none other than the popular girl Anna Maki, and the good looking football player, Ken Nimuto. Both besides having good looks and appearances are respected by all cliques because of their brains and intelligence. But Anna’s personality, damn, it makes you wanna beat her up.
They’re picking people now. One by one people who were in a crowd in front of Anna and Ken went into opposite sides as Anna and Ken chose the people. My name hadn’t been called yet. Surprise surprise.
“ Shibuko…. Alice….” Anna and Ken kept calling out names. Finally, there was only me. Nobody dared say anything because both Anna and Ken didn’t want me. Finally after the silence, Anna gave in, and called me over to join in their group. Eyes watching me as I sat down and joined their table.
We were then interrupted by a steady loud knock on the door of our class. .Everybody looked. It was Mrs. Kumiya, the High School Principal. The English Teacher, Yukimi, greeted her and they both began talking in low voices. A few seconds later, Mrs. Yukimi turned around and said.
“Class, we have a new student today. His name is Syaoran Li. He has transferred here from Hong Kong. I hope you all welcome him nicely and make him feel at home.”
There was silence as the a pair of Adidas shoes stepped in the room, carrying a body and a head along with it. More silences and stares surfaced in the room when they looked at the new student.
He looked amazing. Full stop. He has intense amber eyes, with messy ruffled brown hair that suited his handsome face. His body, phheew, just looking at it makes me feel really hot and sweaty. I mean, he’s not even wearing tight shirt, just a baggy Adidas shirt, but you could see the way he wears his clothes. He has something good under his shirt. Okay, Sakura Kinomoto, you’re going too far now. You don’t even know the guy, you can’t suddenly have a crush on him!
Mrs. Yukimi, breaking the silence, said, “ Li, why don’t you sit behind er..what’s her name..oh yes..Kinomoto? Kinomoto, raise you hand up, go to your seat and stand there, so Li can see you.”
I dumbly raised my hand up.
As Li, was walking towards his seat, behind me. BEHIND ME! I saw hungry eyes following him, obviously girls think he’s hot as well. I blushed when he passed me.
He settled his bag and waited for instructions. I went back to my group table and sat down, I also found myself following the girls and watched him one more time.
“Okay, Li, we were just working on an assignment…..” Ms. Yukimi explained in her same dull voice. I drifted out again. When she was done explaining. She told Li to go Ken’s group.
Angry eyes watched me. Nicole, another clone of Anna and her friend, whispered loudly to me. “Shit, Kinomoto, why the hell didn’t you volunteer yourself for Ken’s group, you know he’s a hot guy. And also, don’t you always want to be with guys, I hope you you’re not changing the slut way that you are. Because I love you!” She said, in the sarcastic tone.
There you go. I am a nobody but when I am noticed it’s mean insults and bitchiness attitude to me. Whopee! A/N: if you didn’t notice she was being sarcastic. People also call me a slut. Come on, that is just bullshit. I am not even attractive damn it. So if they happen to notice I’m around, rumours and comments will spread that I did every guy in the football team. Yeah right!
But, me being a chameleon, just shut up and don’t say anything. Let them say whatever they want. As long as I know that I don’t go around making out with everybody then I’m all happy.
But that’s a lie as well. Their comments hurt me and offend me, they make me think about myself. They scare me. That’s why I cover my face and covers my body the only thing you can see is the outline of my face, a bit of my legs, and my hands. I don’t say anything just in case, it’s wrong.
I hate myself, the wimpy and scared Kinomoto, why can’t I be brave and just believe in myself like in those teen movies you see. Oh Hilary Duff, I hate the fact that all those things you said on TV were just movies. They are not real life. This is real life.
They’re laughing now. I can feel my face going red. My eyes are darting somewhere else, trying to look for something to focus on other than them. But it’s not working, their laughs echo in my ears like a thunderstorm, the way they show their hatred through their face. I just couldn’t look.
For some reason, I could feel my eyes getting watery. I couldn’t seem to stop it. Why am I crying now? When the new guy is here. He’ll think I’m some helpless girl. Everybody else, Sakura Kinomoto being the slut that she is, will try to get an innocent boy this time by sympathy, will think that way.
I was holding my breath now, attempting to stop my tears, finally they stopped, and the drop of tear that was ready to flow down my pink cheeks slowly reversed from my eye lash and became swallowed back behind my eyeballs.
Then, somebody tapped my shoulder.
I turned and I swore for a moment my heart has stopped beating. It was Li Syaoran. He was standing behind me.
And holding a tissue! He said. “ Hey, you okay? Take this.”
My hand slightly shaking, I took the tissue and wiped my wet eyes. Everybody else saw me acting like a stupid idiot just now, while all the girls in my group, glared at me. I knew they envied me for being the first girl Li talked to.
Eyes still scrutinizing my face, covered by my hair, I turned around and started writing down our assignment on the sheet of paper.
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