Stolen Notebook

One of the things I can't stand about school is the hallways. Getting through that swarm of people feels like playing red rover with wrestlers. It's pretty much impossible. You can try shoving people out of your path, but they just shove you right back. Then you get trapped behind the painfully slow people. It makes me crazy. I always want to blast a blow horn behind them so they'll move. Then there are the peoplewho have dramatic talks or arguments smack in the middle of the hallway. Seriously? Is it so hard to take that somewhere else? Anyway, one day I was just trying to make my way through the hallway when I tripped and dumped all my stuff onthe floor. I scrambled to gather everything so I wouldn't show up late to my next class. Feet rushing past stepped on my books and sent my pencils skidding across the floor. I muttered a curse under my breath. Could nobody see that I was trying to pick up my stuff? Basically, I wasthat girl. The invisible girl who's just trying to pull good grades and stay out of trouble.Don't get me wrong, I wasn't some nerd or anything; good grades were never effortless for me. I was simply the plain girl nobody ever really paid attention too. Just another person lost in the crowd. It never bothered me all that much since I wasn't very social anyway. Most days, it was only me and my two best friends. Sloane is the popular one. She's outgoing and funny, and everybody loves her and swears they're her best friend. But she usually only hangs out with me and Juno. She's on the volleyball team, and she's also in choir because her voice is amazing. I'm still kind of shocked that she's friends with me. She's completely oblivious to all the boys around her, though. They look at her with so much longing, and of course she's the only one who never notices. Juno isn't as popular as Sloane, but people still know who she is. She's an amazing artist and she's into punk rock. She's also ridiculously creative with makeup. Any look you can imagine, she could probably do. Honestly, she was probably the most imaginative person I'd ever met. She also took more chances with guys. She's had a couple flings now and then, but usually she goes for guys who aren't good for her. Sometimes, it really worries me. Then there's me. Just plain, boring old me. Mostly jeans and a T-shirt. No makeup. No guy ever all that interested in me and no guys I was interested in. Just me. When I finally scooped up all my things, I took off down the hall. If I got to Mrs. Park's class late, she would kill me. Everyone's had a teacher like that, right? The sort who start counting the second the bell rings and call you tardy, then lecture you in front of the whole class. And I didreally hate being the center of attention. So obviously, I was in a hurry. Which was why I didn't notice I'd left my notebook behind. A notebook that was very important.