One-Ally

I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes it’s even in the right place. It’s always at the wrong time.

I’m a happy enough person; don’t think I’m not or anything. I could just be a lot happier. Being me isn’t the most adventurous thing, not the most amazing thing to be. I’m just me.

I guess some people could consider me pretty; my dark brown hair down to my thighs with natural rusty highlights and my golden eyes hidden behind long black eyelashes could even be considered beautiful, and at first, whenever I’d start a new school people would notice me right away. Guys would try to talk to me, popular girls would try to befriend me but I didn’t want any of it. The guys would give up and the popular girls would stop seeing me for my apparent beauty and realize how incredibly different I was from them. Everybody would be polite enough to me and it usually was the same every time I started a new school…

Royal Hills Academy was different. I was the scholarship case. I’d been there for almost two years, the longest I’ve ever stayed in a place without having to move into another foster home. Nobody at Royal Hills even tried to hide their distaste towards me for being not like them. I wasn’t sporty enough, I didn’t know all the answers to the questions asked in class and I’d rather have died than wear the school’s uniform.

I would sit in the corner of the school’s giant yard under my favourite maple tree, read and listen to my ipod. I would occasionally look up from my book if I got bored with it and watch the football or soccer team. That was my basic lunchtime activity, sit and read.

Whenever I had a class I didn’t like I’d go into the music room and play my violin or even sing. Music drowned everything I didn’t want to hear out. I could close my eyes and listen to the flow of pure beauty that the music held and not have to worry about seeing anything I didn’t want to see. I was able to block it all out and keep myself from just letting go. For a little while.