Walking into my school, where things are just a big blend of stress, fear, and loneliness. Just the thought of me going to that school for another three years just… didn’t settle very good in my system. Especially when that one person shows up fourth period in my biology class.
          Lacking self esteem I propose, is one of his talents. Fitting in was no problem, it was just something that was inside of him. What I encountered the last fourteen months, there is no saying this person is just “bad tempered” as they all say.
          This person is one hundred and ten percent absolutely nuts. With his red eyes from when the anger will start to build up, and his freakishly large hard surfboard feet, he was no joke. The roasted heat bouncing off his body, to his knuckle cracking thriving hands, with giant blue and green veins blatantly sticking out, he was just awful.
          I was told to suck it up until the day I graduate, by my parents, so that is what I tend to do.
Just everything I do, I’m just automatically distracted by his being.
          The other day, I went to the school’s bake sale, and just as I attempted to buy something, I quickly turned and in my mind thought “Oh great, look who’s here!” My heart immediately started rushing, gallons of blood pumping through my body, I quickly tried to run away… But that didn’t quite happen. “Oh boy here he comes” I thought.
          He turns to me and says “Why didn’t you buy that cupcake?” At this moment I thought I was going to faint, thinking of all the things that could happen in the next two point five seconds. I just said the first excuse that popped into my brain.
          “I uh.. decided it’s time for me to go on a diet!” There was a fatal pause. This silence was really getting to me, so I just slowly walked away, and hoped everything was ok.
          I made my way into the lunchroom, and sat the farthest away from the lunchroom entrance, pretty much the usual lonesome place I sit at lunch anyway. Fourth period bell rings, meaning biology, meaning I have class with… him.
          I walk in there before he seen me in the halls, and before he enters into class. Waiting for the biology teacher to start teaching, and my mind is going everywhere and thinking trillions of things, but oh wait, there he is… staring at me. At this point, I truly believed that he now had a staring problem.
          He comes up to me and says, “I didn’t appreciate the way you walked away from me at the bake sale.” I then say “I… I just really wasn’t sure of what to do.” I think I need a fresh pair of underwear at this point.
          He responds to my response with “Trust me… wait until I see you after school or in the hallway… I think that will teach you what to do the next time.