We all have a 24 hour day, it's what we do with it that matters -

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My knees fell weak, as I entered the grand school.

My eyes helplessly scattered looking for the main reception.

"Can I help you?" A stern voice called from behind me.

I mentally rolled my eyes at my stupidity, as I see the title 'MAIN RECEPTION' carved into a door as I spin around effortlessly.

I hesitantly turned the knob, revealing a rotund, plump woman chomping on a Mars bar.

As I made my way towards her, she stuffed the last of her chocolate in her mouth.

"Yes?" She questioned, as I gawped at her. Her fiery, red hair scruffy. Her formal dress, all creased.

"O-oh, I'm new h-here" I blurted out, still studying this woman closely.

"Ugh, rotten children. Here" She murmured, handing me a key.

The miniature key, had the numbers '156 GIRLS' ingraved on it.

I slowly thanked her, and made my way out the office.

I will never understand teachers, if they hate us kids so bad why are they teachers in the first place?

The whole point is to teach kids and not all of us kids are mean to our teachers.

So there's really no need to be so grumpy all the time!

I made my way up to an elevator, my small fingers carefully reached up to touch the button.

I patiently waited for the elevator to come back down, I played with my fingers intertwining them in and out.

Starting to get nervous, my palms started to get sweaty. I quickly put the pockets of my hands into my jeans pocket.

Finally, the elevator came down. My heart thudded as I glance at a group of boys before me.

My eyes wandered at the boy at the back, his brown curly hair and his aquamarine eyes.

He glanced back unexpectedly, I looked away quickly not wanting to come across as some pedophile.

I let them go in before me, not wanting to get in anyones bad side on the first day.

Suddenly, as the last boy took his turn to came out.

I felt a sudden nudge on my shoulder, pushing me back hard. That's when realization hit me.

There's no point in being normal, I'm not.

I'm just the geek, I'm just a geek.

I don't deserve a name, I don't need a name.

I'm not worth it, why would I be worth it?

Suddenly, I fell to the ground. I felt my eyelids getting heavy, I couldn't make out what any one was saying.

Small words like, 'Are you okay?', 'I didn't mean to nudge you' and please wake up' entered my mind.

I didn't deserve this attention, I don't even deserve to be looked at.

I just lay there, as my body shut down before me.

It's always the little things..

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QOTC: Was it a good chapter?

So I figured I should update, and the updating timetable is 500 words everyday.

- IqxAhx.