Teenage Crisis | ✓

01: The Nerd

Chapter One: NOT EDITED

The Nerd. . .

All my life I was known as Maggie the Nerd. Everyone assumed that just because I have glasses and wear tacky clothes that I am automatically super smart and geeky. That isn't exactly true.

My grades fairly suck. The best I have racked up this year was a C, and that was in gym. It was annoying how many people have asked me to do their homework or simply give them a tutor session. But what they don't know is that I'm Dyslexic and have a difficult time solving problems or reading.

A faint sigh fell from my lips as I closed my locker. The soft bang of the metal left a little ringing noise in my ear. I ignored it and continued towards my most hated class; Math.

The teacher was cruel and just straight up rude. He knows about my mental impairment yet he still makes me do twice as hard worksheets than the other students. It pissed me off to no extent.

"Good morning Miss Lancaster, you're late." The wicked toothy grin he had on his oily face made me cringe. He looked like a rabbit with his thin, sharp buck teeth and greying hair.

I nodded my head and muttered a quiet apology. Sitting down in the front of the room, I rested my head in my pale hands and waited for the lesson to begin with.

This was another aspect of the stereotype I had to face. People think that anyone who sits in the front are automatically a genius. The only reason I had to sit here was because of my horrible eyesight. Even with my glasses I had trouble seeing things.

Suddenly a thud hit the back of my head. With wide eyes I turned around and suspiciously glanced over my peers.

Seated directly behind me, but four rows back was the infamous Ronnie. His midnight black hair was gelled up and dark eyes gave him a mysterious look. He was staring straight at me, a smirk placed across his lips. His slender finger pointed to a piece of paper on the ground.

Frowning, I picked the crumbled sheet up and unfolded it. A messy handwriting covered half of it in tiny letters, making me have to squint to be able to read it.

You up for another session tonight? Remember 6 o'clock at my place. ;) -Ronnie

I looked up at him again and gave him a stiff nod. He only gave me a thumbs up and went back to texting on his phone, barely paying any attention to class.

Once the paper was neatly folded in my pocket, I took out a pencil and proceeded to take notes. Mr. Green was quickly writing notes on the board, making it harder for me to copy down. His tall frame blocked some of the parts and just as I was almost finished writing the first sentence, he erased it.

A slight curse descended from my lips. I could already feel a headache coming on. It was hard enough to try and read the words, let alone have the ability to copy them down hastily.

Someone poked my side and I craned my neck to get a look at them. A short petite girl with fiery red hair gave me a lopsided grin.

"Do you want to borrow my notes?" She kindly asked me. Taking the opportunity, I took them from her freckled covered hand and thanked her.

As I was quickly writing them down, I couldn't help but wonder who she was. Was she new here?

I glanced up to ask her but before I could open my mouth she was gone. My eyebrows furrowed and then I realized the bell had rung.

With a tired look, I gathered my belongings and stalked out of the classroom. Stepping out into the hallway, I was instantly bombarded with a few people.

I couldn't process through sentences because they all were talking at the same time. All I heard was the words 'tutor' and 'grades.' Shaking my head, I pushed past the crowed and walked into the girls bathroom.

This is what I disliked so much about the world. Whether you were dressed up normally or acted a certain way, you were instantly stereotyped.

I locked the stall door and threw my bag on the floor. Pressing my back against the tiled wall, I slid down and rested my head on my knees. I sat in silence, blankly staring at nothing in particular.

I would always be Maggie the Nerd and there's nothing I could do change that. Stereotypes just were apart of this world, and sometimes you just have to get used to them.

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Next chappie shall be up soon! Hope you enjoyed this. :P

-Lillian xx