The Girl They Never Noticed

Chapter 2

"Keep your work and problems off of my dinner table hun" she would always tell dad and I.

"Yes mom" I started "I'm jumping for joy to go to High School Horror" I finished, rolling my eyes and taking a seat across from her.

My parents have no idea what was going on in school. I mean sure they knew about the occasional harassment, but they didn't know that I cried myself to sleep almost every night. They didn't know that I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. They didn't know that no matter how much money I had, it wouldn't buy me friends.

As soon as I felt tears form in my eyes, I dropped the dark thoughts and started munching on my waffles. The taste was so heavenly I must've finished half the whipped cream bottle. Looking at the time I could see that it was still 7:15 which meant that I still had 45 long minutes to kill.

Since my parents haven't even asked me why I was up so early I had a feeling that they were going to, from the weird glances they gave me. They would look at each other then slowly look at me, look at each other again, then frown and shake their heads. I don't know what's up and I wasn't about to sit there and find out.

I decided to go to school early and just sit in my car, maybe re-study the last chemistry chapter for the 20th time; thermodynamics is just amazing. When I got up our butler, Mr. Lexwith, came and took my plate. It's like he was watching me eat or something. See, something about this guy always freaks me out it's like he's our personal surveillance system; always watching.

"Hope you have a wonderful day, Miss Raven." He said with a full smile that I knew was forged.

"Thank you Lexwith, hope you have a nice day too." I said as I went to kiss my parents goodbye.

"Oh I definitely will" he said ominously under his breath, "I most certainly will."

Without even stopping to wonder what on earth he meant, I kissed my parents goodbye and ran to the garage. Our garage was so huge it could host a graduation ceremony.

Graduation; the only thing keeping me from killing myself.

Even though I knew what cars my parents had, they still astonish me every day without fail; an Aston Martin, two Ferraris, a family Suburban, a Mini Cooper, and finally my car, a silver Chevrolet Camaro. It was a present my parents got me for my sweet 16, which wasn't so sweet by the way, I could tell you that.

Seeing how I don't really like parties, I wasn't much of a fun person to be around so everyone who actually came only came because of the gift bags. Perhaps also because my parents invited them; well basically begged them, talk about embarrassing. Since they don't really know that my parents are CEOs of huge companies everyone thought that I rented the place just for my pathetic party.

Yeah sure, rent it; design it so it looks exactly like someone lives here, attach "Peirce Mansion" to the front door, then host a party. I mean what kind of pathetic person would even do that?

Well apparently me.

So anyways that's enough humiliation to last throughout my college years.

I unlocked my car, threw my books and bag to the back seat, started the car and I was on my way to a real life horror reality show.

On the way, I turned on my favorite radio station; KAMP FM. By the time I reached school and after a half  hour of listening to Adele, Sam Smith, One Direction, and Backstreet Boys, I was in a good mood. Well at least in a better mood than I was after that dream. I parked my car in my special spot, away from all the arrogant senior boys who thought I stole the car from a rich people's auction.

Looking at my watch, I saw that I still had twenty-five minutes to kill before the first bell rings, so I decided to sit in the comfort and coolness of my car and wait.

I took the liberty of locking my doors and windows, just in case anyone tried to do anything funny. Fifteen minutes pass by and I'm just staring out the window and seeing all the different people pass by my car laughing, joking and gossiping and among all of these people only one caught my eye because in his loneliness and solitude he kind of resembled me.

He was sitting under a tree, headphones in his ear, a guitar on his lap and a book by his side, so instantly I assumed that he's writing a song. His choice of clothing is quite similar to mine as he was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt, a gold-ish jacket and black converse and I think I remember him from my English class. Well more like every other class; CJ or PJ or something like that.

He keeps looking at me in a brotherly way, you know, like he knows something I don't, but that could always be a mere coincidence. He stood up, collected his things, saw that I was staring at his general direction and waved. I waved back because he was actually one of the very few boys in my school who doesn't see me as a punching dummy. There was something about that dude that reminds me so much of myself; the way he walks, the way he dresses and even the fact that he'd been with me in every single class since I moved here. I mean not even my best friends were with me in every single class; it was just really weird. What's even worse was that I can't remember his name. Shame on you Lexi, big shame on you!

The ear piercing sound of the first bell shattered my thoughts and so I got my stuff, locked my car and was on my way to my first class; AP Chemistry.

I may seem like a total nerd, but I don't really care what they say about me. I love science so much it's crazy and the fact that I want to be a doctor when I graduate doesn't really hide that point.

I could literally just sit down and spend hours studying science or reading scientific journals that I could actually lose track of time. For me, reading is my favorite way to pass time. I bore that in mind as I entered the hallway filled with sugar-hyped, too-early-for-me-to-be-here teenagers.