• ow.

    That's all I could think as the impact of that stupid football hit the back of my small head.
    I flinched, and tried to let it go by continuing the direction I was going.

    I was embarrased, yeah. But it happens to everybody at some point in their life right? Too bad it happened to me every day of mine.

    I heard laughs directed at me as I kept walking, staying strong, not letting them get to me. I got picked on a lot. Okay, every second of the day, but who was I to tell them off? I'm just a weird girl no one likes, and I guess it doesn't helpof the factthat my name is Ducky. Yes. Ducky. My actual legal name. Ducky-Anne Karah Bethony-Lynn Jacobs.

    My. Parents. Are. Insane.

    It had been exactly two weeks today since we left our perfect home in Lethbridge, Alberta. We had to move here, Quebec, Ontario for my dad's 'perfect' job, as a Policeman.

    Yes a policeman.

    My mom's job was a Janitor.

    Oui, a Janitor.

    A Janitor, and a Policeman brainstormed together on how to make my life a living hell.

    Ahem, therefore, naming me, Ducky.

    I had to leave behind all my beloved friends that I had made back in Alberta.

    Ahem, Lucy Naiomi Barret. The one friend I had ever made in my life, and then, WHAM-O here I am, starting my whole life over. Oh joy.

    I'm kind of the un-approachable quiet type, thus, I have no friends.

    Except Lucy.

    Who is gone.

    Back In Lethbridge.

    Where I Should Be.

    But I'm Not.

    I'm here.

    With no life.

    No friends.

    No happiness.

    Anyways, since I've been here, I have been nothing but made fun of. Which I'm used to, but this time, I'm on my own. For the first time since day care, where I met my first friend. Ahem, Lucy Naiomi Barret. Well, I can manage. For now. I hope.

    I ignored the familiar 'Quack quack's' byall of theother students. Why am I so different? I'm a human being after all, I'm being treated like some kind of freak.

    I heard someone call my name, and ignored it, it's probably someone who wants to make up some smart remark about me being such a freak.

    I was so wrong.

    I kept walking, this time speeding up my pace. I didn't feel like letting my self-respect fall now. I was actually in a good mood today, somewhat. I heard it again. "Ducky! Stop!" I sighed. So much for my good mood. I spun around and glared at whoever was talking to me.

    Hey, I'm not all sweet and innocent.

    Then I saw him. He looked like he had just fallen from heaven. I was short for my age and he was maybe about two feet taller than me.Hehad a beautiful angel-like face that looked like it wascarved by angels, and shiny blackhairthat swept into his icy-greenish emeraldeyes.I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Why hadn't I seen him before? I waited for him to catch up to me. I guess I had been pretty fast because he was panting. "Ms. Larine," Gasp for air. "Wanted," Another inhale. "You," And again. "To show me around the school." He finally caught his breath. Was I really that fast?

    "I'm new here, and she thought since you were new too, that maybe you could show me around.." I stared at him, and then suddenly my conversebecame amazingly interesting. Two minutes with a kid and he hasn't even made fun of me yet.. hmm.. I looked back up, waiting for him to realize that I'm too much of a loser for him to be seen with. he was gorgeous! Why was he even putting up with me..? I decided I should probably answer him. "oh.. uhmm.. Okay then.."I was really quiet. Mostly because no one ever talked me. I looked around at the students that hadbeen makingfun of me.

    Completely. silent.

    Weird.

    It's like this kid had made time completely stop. I saw the looks on all of the other girl's faces. Anger. I got that. But was there a hint of...jealousy? This made a small smirk appear on my face. "I guess I'll show you around then.." It was lunch time, but I didn't eat, I was never hungry, it made my stomach already queezy with all the eyes on me all the time. Plus, the nervousness of people always saying my name, it was like some new ugly fashion that no one liked but talked about how much they hated it.

    High. School. Is. Weird.

    I didn't really know the school at that well myself yet, it had only been three weeks since I've been here for gosh sakes! Crazy Ms. Larine.

    I showed 'kid' all over the school the way someone had shown to me when I first got here. Oh yeah, I've decided to call him 'kid' from now on, cause I don't have the courage to ask his real name.

    The tour was kind of awkward, but he had a lot of questions about every room we went into. I sighed, and tried to answer them all, even with my shyness and insecurity. Finally we were done the tour. The bell rang as if on cue, andI mouthed 'thank you' to myself because I wanted the stupid tour to be over.

    I started to walk to my next class only to be stopped by 'kid' again. "Ducky! Wait!" I rolled my eyes. "what?" I practically growled. He smiled and walked over to me, "Thanks for the tour, you know, your pretty cool." Happy mood back. I froze. And to my surprise, so did he. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked as if he had just offended me. I shook my head. "Oh, okay, well I'll let ya go to your next class then." He offered me a grin.

    He. Was. Too. Happy. For. His. Own. Good.

    I waved. "Yeah, see ya." I finally made it back to my class before the second bell rang.

    What a weird day.