Oblivious

Chapter 5: "Why not?"

I took a deep breath and walked back down to the office. I wanted to just crawl into my bed and never come back out. Staying alive on pizza and tostitos and Mountain Dew:code red. I could watch movies all day and play xbox underneath the covers.

It was still pretty quiet in the hall, just a bit of gossip coming from a few students that I didn't recognize.

My school was like those schools in the movies, we had all the cliché groups.
The jocks, The nerds, The goths and even The populars. They hung out in their designated spots, with their designated friends like they just finished reading a movie script that was about to film.

Can you guess which group I'm in? The populars? Oh, I wish. I'm part of an elite group called 'The Loners'. It's not big enough to make the list of groups, mostly because I think that I'm the only socially-awkward person in the entire high school. Well, that and the movies don't have a group of loners because, ahem, they're not really a group, because they're spread out into just one perso.... Okay I'll stop talking.

Since my headphone was still in my ear, I thought that I would play some music on the 3 minute walk to the office. I think that's enough time for one song, if I walk slow enough.

I stopped walking and scrolled through my music. I tried to find the happiest song I had, to match my mood.

The only song I could find that practically describes my life, is
'The rest of us' by simple plan.
Except the fact that the song is about a guy, it's still describes my life almost too well.

I heard the music start, then the lyrics.

'I'm okay, I'm okay,
Kinda being awkward socially
With the fact that the girls
Don't lose their sh*t when they look at me

It's okay, it's okay,
That I'm not that good at anything
And I don't hit the notes perfectly
When I try to sing

Oh-oh I know I am not alone
So turn the music up and let go

Here's to the rest of us
To all the ones that never felt they were good enough
I wanna hear it for the dazed and confused
The freaks and the losers
Let's put 'em up
Here's to the rest of us
The rest of us

I'm okay, I'm okay
I don't need to be a billionaire
(So freaking bad!)
And my trust fund hopes are looking sad...'

This had been my favourite song for decades now, no matter what mood I was in, it made me feel not-so-lonely.

'I confess, I'm a mess
I'm perfectly dysfunctional
But I don't give a damn
If you feel the same
Let me hear you sing

Oh-oh I know I am not alone
So turn the music up and let go

Here's to the rest of us
To all the ones that never felt they were good enough
I wanna hear it for the dazed and confused
The freaks and the losers
Let's put 'em up
Let's put 'em up-up-up

Here's to the rest of us
We do it better than the rich and the fabulous
I wanna hear it for the nothing to lose
With something to prove
Let's put 'em up
Here's to the rest of us

We don't need to apologize for anything
Oh-oh, oh-oh
We're who we are
I just wanna hear you sing

Oh-oh I know I am not alone...'

I felt like singing along with the music, like what I do when I'm alone in my room. But I knew that would be stupid for the other kids to watch my crappy singing, that I normally tried to improve on while I was alone.