Authors Note: Yeah this is my second story in as many months

Authors Note: Yeah this is my second story in as many months. I’m going to try and work on both of them. Sorry if this is a little long and boring. First chapter, fill in sort of. Boring. Sorry. Currently no beta. So if it’s a piece of crap blame me.

Amy Wilkins wasn’t cool. No really, she wasn’t. She was everything but cool. She was a sophomore. Uncool. She liked sci-fi. Really uncool. She wore ugly glasses. Really, really uncool. She actually did very well in class and never opened a book. Totally uncool. Amy was just an uncool Chiquita. A lost cause if you will. Which may have something to do with her current situation. You see, Amy knew she wasn’t supposed to car about what other people thought of you, but really, how easy is it to be apathetic to the general populace. Amy sniffed into her hands, rubbing at red eyes. She really needed to get over herself. Maybe she could switch schools, start over, ask her stepmom to go shopping. Of course her stepmom would have to stop ignoring her first, but that was beside the point. It wasn’t like she wanted to become Miss Queen B. No. All she wanted was some friends, some people to hang out with outside of school, few kids to sit with at lunch. Really, how cliché was it to be sitting in the bathroom stall with a brown paper bag lunch, crying to herself? Very cliché. Hell, Amy would be happy with hanging out in the music room with the other teens that ignored the social caste and did whatever they wanted. But Amy wasn’t even accepted them. No One wanted her. How pathetic. Amy sighed and bit into her turkey and rye sandwich. She really needed to get out of her own head. Her thoughts were becoming more melodramatic with each day. Suppose this was how insanity started? Amy smiled to herself. Maybe she could create an imaginary friend, go insane and never know the difference. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter she felt bubbling up.

“Did you see her face?”

Amy stiffened; she hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open. Yeah, she really needed to start paying attention. The girls were laughing at something. Perhaps some inside joke? Amy didn’t know but she was jealous either way. She wanted someone to laugh with over some ridiculous inside joke.

“You’re telling me. I don’t think she’s ever been told no before.”

Amy cocked her head wondering who they could be talking about. She didn’t recognize either of the voices. But then again, seeing how there was upwards 1000 students in her high school, that wasn’t a huge surprise.

“It’s just a party after all.”

“Yeah but it’s Cassie’s party.”

Ah. Now Amy knew whom they were talking about. Cassandra Jackson. Though their school claimed to be above petty cliques, if there was one girl who was Queen Bee it would be her. In a completely stereotypical way, Cassie was gorgeous, smart and rich. She was also famous for her huge house parties that only the high school elite were invited to. Amy couldn’t imagine anyone telling Cassie no over a party. How could that girl reject such a privileged offer? Who did she think she was? Amy in a million years wouldn’t be invited, lest of all because she was a lowly underclassman. Cassie was, after all, a senior.

“As if I’d ever be caught dead at that skanks house. Yeah right.”

“You and me both.”

Amy wondered at the identities of the two girls. They had to be upperclassman and part of the high school royalty, seeing as how they warranted an invited but that didn’t help much.

“Oh well, I doubt she really expected my to go anyway. It’s not like she even likes me.”

“Yeah, I bet you were only invited because of your brother.”

“Probably.”

Ooh, so that’s who they were. Well at least who one of them was. Cassie’s current boyfriend was the male half of the Johnson Twins. So that made one of the girls Chelsea, the female part. And that explained the rejection. Chelsea and Cassie had been archenemies longer then they had been attending Bridgepoint Academy. If Cassie had one contender for the Queen Bee throne it was Chelsea. They might have been best friends once before but Amy wasn’t sure. She wasn’t up on all the gossip, though she did try, and wasn’t really aware of all the history that had gone on between them. Amy listened to the girls as they washed their hands and chattered on about Cassie, but she wasn’t paying attention to the words anymore. Amy was once more consumed by the thoughts circling her brain. How she wished she were more like Chelsea. Did she even know how lucky she was? She was pretty, popular, well liked and had tons of friends. To put it in one word, she was cool. And was everything Amy wasn’t. Amy sighed. She wanted friends so badly. Hell it’d be awesome to have just one friend, as in singular. Amy thought about what she knew about Chelsea and her friends. Chelsea who was cool enough to have a table that was hers to sit at. She got invited to the parties, to the movies, to a simple bbq. Amy sighed again. God life was cruel. She wondered if people like Chelsea even knew Amy existed. Amy was so consumed by her thoughts, again, that if it wasn’t for it being so loud and shrill, she might have missed the first bell. She now had 5 minutes to get from the bathroom to her third floor calculus classroom. She stood up and grabbed her backpack. Only 2 hours until she could go home. And do nothing. And it was Friday. God she hated Fridays. Fridays were when she felt even lonelier. She’d go home and do nothing while everyone else her age hung out. There wasn’t anything for her really at home. Even her parents ignored her. Amy dragged her feet out of the bathroom and into the crowded halls. All these students so different and yet each of them seemed to have someone to confide in. What had she done to deserve such loneliness?

“Move it!” Amy flinched at the harsh voice but picked up her feet. She wasn’t sure if the voice was even speaking to her but just in case, she didn’t want to be late for class. Amy had just about reached her class when the commotion started. All she could see was a ring of students and lots of loud shouting. Some with encouragement, some with insults. Teenagers were so much like animals, Amy thought, attracted to the potential spilling of blood.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole or I’m going to fucking--”

“Back off fag. I don’t want any of your gay germs!”

“You fucking bastard!”

Amy frowned when she realized the fighting was going on right in front of her classroom. Where were the teachers? She snuck close and craned her head to see what was going on. She wasn’t at all surprised by who was fighting. Eric, football hero jock extraordinaire. Just like his girlfriend was your stereotypical Queen Bee, Eric was stereotypical Captain Jock. He was hot. There was no denying that, in that All American Boy way. 6’2, all muscle, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Typical. Amy wondered if anyone else noticed how cliché this school was. Amy almost snickered but then focused her attention on the other fighter. Again she wasn’t surprised. Grahm Cunningham. Eric may be mister popular, with all the girls swaying at his looks, but ask any girl on campus and most would agree, Grahm was just sexy. Might be the bad boy reputation he had. And everyone knows, girls love bad boys. But Gramh wasn’t stereotypical bad boy, Not really at least. He didn’t have dyed hair, piercings or tattoos. He just had what might be the foulest mouth around and a strong dislike for society at large. Amy definitely thought he was hotter than Eric, though, really, she’d love to have either of them. Black hair that fell just past his ears and curled at the end and piercing gray eyes. Oh yeah, that was perfection. Amy snickered at herself again. She really should start paying attention to what was going on. Deciding that that was the right course of action, Amy looked back to the circle where the boys were throwing punches all around. She watched with interest as Grahm threw Eric to floor. He looked about to pounce and start pummeling the life out of him when Mrs. Conner, one of the English teachers, walked up.

“Mr. Cunningham, Mr. Johnson, you will both stop this nonsense at once and follow me to the deans office. Now! And the rest of you, don’t you have classes to be at?”

Amy watched as students groaned and rolled their eyes but obeyed. Grahm glared at Eric but let go of him all the same. Eric, who had looked a tad shaken and scared during the fight, was grinning smugly now. Amy couldn’t believe him. He was acting like he had won the fight. Maybe he didn’t notice he looked far worse than Grahm did. Or did he not realized he was bleeding from his nose or lips. Whatever. It wasn’t her business. Wasn’t like either of the boys were even remotely interested n being her friend anyway. And who knew what the fight had been about.

“Miss Wilkins?” Amy looked up startled. Once again she had been totally consumed by her thoughts. Amy blushed beet red as she realized everyone else had already vanished and she was just standing there looking at the linoleum. Mrs. Conner was raising an eyebrow at her expectantly.

“Oh, umm, sorry. Bye.” Amy whirled around and hurried to her class. God she was an idiot. This space cadet thing was getting dangerous. As if she wasn’t ostracized enough was it was. Sigh. Amy ran into her class, not yet late, and sat down. She pulled out her necessary supplies before letting her thoughts free to wander. They traveled through majestic lands and worlds. Places where she wasn’t alone. She hadn’t realized she’d been spacing the whole class period until she heard the last bell of the day, Glancing down at her notebook she was grateful that she was awake enough to subconsciously take notes, though it wasn’t as if she worried if she hadn’t. Amy was good, no great, at math. She loved numbers. They were her friends. At least they made sense. Amy grinned. At the thought of what her fellow students might say if they knew she thought numbers were cooler then most of them. Amy stuffed her books into her locker, trying to decide if she was going to need any of them this weakened. Finally figuring out that no, she would be fine without them, she slammed her locker shut and headed out toward the bus stop. She didn’t want to miss her bus after all. That would suck. As she waited she couldn’t help but eavesdrop on some of the conversations going on around her.

“So Ice Cream social...”

“Tomorrow you wanna…”

“I’ll call you…”

“…concert tonight…”

“…movies later…”

All these kids with plans. Some of them on their phones, some standing in the middle of little groups. Once again Amy was reminded of how lonely she really was. She had no plans for this weekend, It was Friday and the only thing she was thinking of doing was going home to watch the Sci-Fi channel and get her essay done. She was such a loser.

Amy looked at the friends leaving together with envy. Did they know how lucky they were to have people around that liked them? Amy watched lamely as her bus pulled up. She paid her fare and sat down, ignoring everyone and everything around her. God. Her life was lame, lame, lame. She pulled the wire to request her stop and got off when the bus stopped. Amy unlocked her front doors and walked into the kitchen. She already knew her parents weren’t home. Their cars weren’t in the driveway and the house was way too silent. Getting herself a glass of orange juice, she noticed the two notes on the fridge and snorted. Neither of the notes was to her, both said that the respective parent wouldn’t be coming home until later. Amy wondered if her parents were having an affair. She wouldn’t put it past them. They had already seemed to forget about her. Amy rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to her room. Her life was just lonely. She was invisible to the world. Good thing she lived in the 21st century. Amy didn’t know what she would do without her TV or computer. Imagine a life without those necessities? Small miracles. Amy crashed on her bed and flipped on the TV. Oooh, Sci-Fi was having a Dune marathon. Awesome. Putting her glass on her nightstand and grabbing the books she would need to study, Amy settled in. School may have sucked. She may have no friends or plans but hey, she could still have fun. All by herself. So there society. What seemed like 10 minutes later, Amy had just started in on her English essay when the phone rang. She didn’t bother getting up to answer the dang thing. If it were anyone important they’d leave a message. Ring. Riiiiiing. Riiiiing. Click. “Alex and Nicky Wilkins. We aren’t home right now but leave a message and we’ll get back. Bye!” Yeah, she wasn’t even included in the message. How lame.

“Hi Honey!, It’s just past 11 and I was just calling to say I wont be home until Sunday. I’ll try your cell phone. Love you!” It was 11? Really? Amy glanced at her bedside clock and groaned. It was 11:23. She had been so into Dune she hadn’t even realized it was that late. Yawning, she decided it was a good time to go bed. Amy grabbed her empty glass and dragged herself down the stairs to the kitchen. She stuck her dishes into the washer and glanced up into the huge bay windows. It was dark and Amy could see the starts glittering in the sky. How she loved the night. In her dreams she had friends, she had a life. Sometimes she even had magic. So take that Cassandra Jackson. Amy giggled to herself. She continued to stare into the blackness and almost gasped as she watched a shooting star pass over. Seizing the chance, Amy made a wish. “Please, please give me another chance at this social thing. I can do better. I promise.” Amy waited a few seconds. Nothing happened. No stardust or anything. How anticlimactic. She shook her head at herself. Ah well. She knew things like that only happened in her Sci-Fi movies. And really, what kind of dumb wish was that? She couldn’t even make a proper wish. Maybe she’d just have to actually work at it. How hard could it be? Hadn’t she been thinking that earlier? Get some new clothes, become a little more outgoing and friendly. She could do it.. She’d make her own magic. Amy tucked herself into bed. She’d deal with her “Second Chance” when she woke up. Yeah. That sounded pretty dang good to her. With that, she let herself go to the dreams.

A/N: Alright so that’s it. As I said before, it’s a little boring. Stick with me though. I’ll make it better. Review and tell me how it goes. If I should even continue.