School.

High School.

Senior Year.

Partying.

YOLO.

Whatever.

…

Unless you’re a nerd.

Like me.

Yep, I’m that kind of person that you see walking alone all the time… if you even see me at all. I’m that kind of person that ends up doing all the work when I’m paired up with someone because we don’t get along at all. I’m that person, who eats alone in lunch.

I’m that person that has now given up on their social life and hopes that college will be much better.

At least, that’s why I think every time I find someone leaning against my locker and I’m too ‘shy’ to ask for him to move.

Like right now.

One of the jocks, Chris Walters, with his muscular built, was talking to some of the wannabe snobs of the school, and all of them where pretty much right there in front of my locker where all my books and personal belongings were. Even worse. I had to leave school already, my trumpet lessons were going to start in an hour, and it was a lie that I would get there early if I didn’t leave in the next 10-20 minutes.

I pushed my black framed glasses up the bridge of my nose, and took a deep breath. I tried to take a step closer, but my body didn’t respond to my orders. So much for gathering up any courage I had.

I could tell too, that the wannabes were glaring at me. Eyeliner, mascara, crazy hairstyles that looked like a torture to both make and wear, and revealing as much skin as the school would let them… only if the teachers actually cared about the rules. Honestly, if these girls could apply their motivation for this into their school work, they would be geniuses. I thought it over. Not, they wouldn’t be geniuses. They’d be smart enough to actually pass their subjects.

Anyway, seeing how they were looking at me I decided to simply turn around and leave the school. I would borrow a trumpet, even if it wasn’t mine, from the IMT. Just so you were wondering, I am a trumpet player since I was… not long ago, maybe since I was 12. But I had always loved the sound of it, and once I started playing it myself I couldn’t stop so I ended up going to afterschool sessions to a really good music school: Institution de Musiciens Talentueux. It means i