What They Didn't Know
Two people. Two different Cliques. They have opposite lives then people think. A girl with raven hair; she's shy, loves to sing and plays piano. "Bad boy" of school; lonely and afraid, but tries to hide it.
(I can't write. I am sorry.)
My chapters point of view change every three chapter
At her last word she turns on her heel and struts away, flicking her platinum hair behind her. People stop to stare as she walks by, boys eyeing her hour-glassed shape like she was some sort of feast. Idiots. Shaking my head, I grab my backpack and my book off the floor.
Looking in the line of people to see if I can fit anywhere, a voice whispers in my ear, "why hide," and my eyes lift to see my threat walking down the hall, ignoring the people calling his name. He's the "bad boy" of our over-crowded school, if you would even call him that, I call him 'Dumb bum stick';in my head of course.
I lower my head and disappear into the crowd, making myself as quiet as possible. I'm invisible, and I'd like to stay that way.