Addi

-Addi- 

For some stupid reason the school year never starts on a Monday. But hey it's already Friday so I'm not complaining. And thankfully Grace, is back so she can attend hell with me. She's even in my first hour, so we can sit together. When I get to school, Grace is already sitting in the back, so I go sit down next to her. 

"Hey girly!" Grace greets me with a smile.

"Hey." I slump down in my seat. 

"Well I'm glad you're so excited to see me." She said sarcastically. I roll my eyes and give her a slight nudge. 

"You know damn well I'm excited to see you, I just haven't had my morning cigarette. Or coffee." I grumbled. 

"Oh boo hoo! Addi didn't get her daily dose of lung cancer." She pretened to pout and whine. Grace wasn't too thrilled about me smoking. But she tolerates it because she knows how grumpy I get without them. I roll my eyes at her once more. I was about to argue a case but a certain tall blonde kid caught my eye. That Luke kid from yesterday had just walked through the door. It almost looked as if he was about to come over here, but he quickly made a turn and sat across the room. I was bummed, I was kinda hoping he'd sit by me again. But why would he do that. He only sat by me yesterday because there wasn't any seats left and besides he'll be forced to sit next to me in math class. But it's not the same. It's not like he actually wants to sit by me. I'm just a loser with a lot of problems. I was cut out of my thoughts with a nudge from Grace. 

"Who ya staring at?" She smirked. I shook my head at her. 

"I wasn't staring at anyone." I lied. 

"Ooh, Luke Hemmings. He's hot and you're a shit liar." She giggled.

"Yea yea."

"Hey, maybe you should go talk to him" My eyes grew wide at her words. I shook my head.

"No way. Why on earth would I do that?"

"Why not? Come on, you never talk to guys. I don't see what the big deal is. Just go over there and say hi and strike up a conversation." 

"Easy for you to say, you're pretty. And guys like pretty girls. I'm not pretty. I'm weird and awkward." I mumbled quietly. 

"We are not having this conversation again." Grace sighed giving up. We've had this conversation dozens of times. She would try to go get me to talk to a boy and I'd have to remind her that I'm not pretty like her. And we'd get into a fight and she would lie and tell me that I'm prettier than I think, even though I'm not. I'm just not pretty like Grace. And she doesn't understand that I can't just go talk to guys like she can. Boys love Grace. She's smart, pretty and has a lovely body. Skinny but with curves. I'm nothing like her. I'm fat and ugly. I don't like talking to guys because I know they only talk to me to either get to Grace or because they feel sorry fot me. Guys just don't like me. I'm just not pretty enough.