Ravenheart Chp. 1

   I go to school everyday, and wonder what's the point of even doing it. Nobody talks to me. Nobody makes any sort of effort to get my attention. I sit in my seat of my english classroom, by a window, always looking out there because, honestly, that's more interesting than anything I'm listening to right now.
   
    "Kaedama Tanikara! Are you even following along?" the teacher always draws attention to me because he knows I find this class so boring all the time. "Yeah, yeah." "Then read where I left off.." I stumble in my mind. Now everyone's eyes are on me. What do I do? I don't have a clue where we're at in our English book or whatever. I freeze up. I'm noticing people's faces. They're looking at mine, not because I'm interesting, but because I'm about to make a fool out of myself! What do I do?
   
    "Mr. Yasin, sir?" The attention is now brought to a young girl on the other side of the classroom, literally. "If you don't mind, I know where we're at, I can read." she says. "sigh.. Alright, you go on ahead. Pay more attention Mr. Tanikara." Whew, my heart slows down it's rate of pumps, I don't feel awkward anymore, because that was the only time I ever had eyes on me.
   
    "Hey, wait up." What am I doing? I'm not too sure, but I really feel that this girl, who saved my butt earlier; I need to thank her. "Hey, thanks for saving me back there. I really appreciate it." "...uh, okay. Wh-who are you?" Now this is all appropriate, because no one knows who I am anyways; however, she could at least be a bit nicer. "I'm Kaedama Tanikara. You saved me from... well, from embarrassing myself out there." She stared at me, like I had something in my teeth or a really noticeable pimple. It wasn't the stare that told me, "I'm going to receive a nice response from her", but rather a, "Why are you talking to her" response, and I regretted talking to her.
   
    Ultimately, the whole conversation ended up awkward and it left me feeling stupid. I mean, I've always had the worst luck with girls, and to make it worse, I always think that next will be different, so I still act nice to them. After English was Gym. I was still feeling the stun from the flat-out rejection from that one girl. It wasn't a rejection that I trained so hard not to get. It was just a "Here's your daily rejection" like I was used to the daily bad luck.
   
    During Gym, I played softball with my team outside on the field, and it was fun. But, as you now know, the bad luck with girls continued. I congratulated a girl on my team, and she ignored it. I offered my hand to a girl of the opposing team who just tripped and fell, and someone else stepped in and helped her up. My bad luck just wouldn't go away.
   
    The game ended with the opposing team the victors. We went inside the gymnasium to sit down on the bleachers and rest up. It was a very fast-paced game. My mind was blank, but at the same time, was filled with all the rejections that have passed me at school today. I sighed, and figured that I would never be able to talk to a girl without making a fool out of myself again. That is what I thought, at least.
   
    "Hey, hey you!" I heard some girl's voice, but immediately assumed it obviously wasn't for me, but for some other more important guy or girl friend that she was talking to. "Hey, hey!" There it went again, this time, I took a peak. I turned my head, and fair enough, she was looking so much at me, like as if my soul was in view. "Y-yes?" I replied, already sounding awkward. I knew this would be just a typical conversation that wouldn't matter in the next couple days and nothing would change after this. She stared at me, and she looked like she was struggling to say something.. she suddenly smiled and asked, "Can I touch your moustache?"