Hello, everyone! I'm Marcel, and I can't wait to tell you my story. Ooh I'm filled with so much excitement that I have an audience. Being a natural loser like me, I tend to be over whelmed with these sorts of situations. You wish to read my story, yeah? Then lets get to it!

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It was a regular Monday morning for me, turning the alarm clock off and hearing your family members screaming your name.

"MARCEL! MARCEL!"

"GEMMA I'M AWAKE."

"JUST MAKING SURE!"

I sat up in my bed, lifting the thick blankets with me and rubbed my face, smiling slightly at my older sister. I stood up while grabbing my glasses from my desk and adjusting it on, walking sleepily to my bathroom. I stripped my pajama clothes off and hurriedly pulled on my clothes I set out on the toilet. Then I turned to face the mirror and winced as I saw my catastrophe curly mess of hair and ran my fingers threw it.

"Disgusting curly hair, you are only a mess and are not needed." I frowned and scolded my own hair while brushing, trying to make it as straight as I can. Honestly, I hate my hair. It's all over the place and hard to handle. So, I easily slick my hair back with a lot of hair gel to keep it in place. I think it looks great, but others would disagree. I finished fixing my hair, gelled it up, and walked out of my bathroom satisfied.

"MARCEL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!" I clearly heard Gemma's loud voice from downstairs and pulled on my backpack, then ran out of my bedroom door.
"ON MY WAY." I yelled as I almost slipped down the stairs. Gemma threw an apple at me, which I caught easily, and ran out of the front door. Gemma waved me off and we yelled off our goodbyes.

"Have a good day at school!" I rolled my eyes at the thought. High school, well mine, is filled with the most idiotic and immature teenage pesticides you could meet.

At Withern High, there are the stereotypical kids and groups. There's the popular's, which include: Cheerleaders, Football players, and any of their best friends.
Of course you have the others; Goth group, Girly group, Christian group, Math and Science geeks, The Jocks, The Cheer-Squad, and anyone else would just blend in. Except for me, of course. I'm known as the unsuccessful, clumsy, no life nerd named Marcel Styles. I'm the kid at school that people would ignore at school, but talk behind their back. Abused and mentally abused kid here, that's me.
I usually walk to school, I've learned my lesson to stay away from the bus. The 'Popular Crew' are practically my neighbors and they are always on the bus or driving their fancy cars. After a few years of harassment, you learn a few things. And also being a nobody, that people will say anything around you, you also learn a lot of things.

Fifteen long minutes later I land on the school property and walk straight through the front doors. First step in and a wadded piece of paper hits my forehead, I pause my movements for a moment then adjust my glasses, and walk forward. The hallways are booming with laughter and talking, teenagers opening lockers and teachers scurrying to their classrooms.
I ignored the snide comments about my choice in clothing from other guys, and funny looks from my other fellow students. Oh, what a lovely day. I arrived at my large, blue locker, dropping my backpack on the floor and piled my books inside my locker, then taking my regular materials for first block. English, my favorite. I personally love to write and read. Being the nerd I am, I love all my classes. But English stands out the most, because my dream is to become a writer. A journalist. Chorus is also my personal favorite, Gemma says I have a great voice and that I should sing more. But if you can't tell, I don't have many other people complimenting on my voice so I disagree. I signed up to learn, believe it or not, I don't get hell about it.

Oh, maybe I should explain more about my family and I. But then again, it's a long story, so I will shorten it for you. I am seventeen years old and currently in the twelfth grade. Gemma is two years older than me, she graduated from here when she was eighteen. She is nineteen right now, so only last year. Gemma and I live alone, our parents some where else in this large world. But we've been well these past ten years. Gemma has a job as a waitress at the nearest coffee shop, and I am still trying to find a job. But who would hire some one who looks like me?

I stood up straight from slightly crouching and stuffed my backpack, neatly, into my locker and shut it. I held my books and pencil pouch closely to my chest, learning that immature people like to knock them out of your hands.

I'm always a nice guy, and I will fake a smile when needed. It's a good thing I was blessed with a brain though, because no one will ever know the things I think. I keep all my emotions bottled up inside me, what else could I do? I have no muscle, even a short ninth grade girl could be beat me up. But it doesn't keep me from imagining me beating up these jerks.

I smile slightly at the ground, thinking about strutting over to one of the football players and giving him a piece of my mind. But it all came to an end, as the cheerleaders giggling interrupted my imagination.

"Wakey, wakey nerd. Wouldn't want you to trip." A blonde cheerleader said, walking past me with her other cheerleader friends. They all demonically laughed, as one of the other girls foot kicks my ankle and sends me flying into the tiled floor. My books are sprawled out and people don't seem to notice there stepping on my homework. I groaned and sat up, crouching, trying to grab my papers fast before my fingers are crushed by shoes.

"OUTTA THE WAY! MOVE IT! BEEP, BEEP!" I turned my head to look at my right; a girl with dark blue hair was swerving down the long hall way on a skateboard, people jumping out of the way so they don't get ran over. My eyes widen as she skates farther toward me, I turn back and try to grab everything as fast as I can.

"OUTTA THE WAY! MOVE IT, HE-" Something hard jabs into my side and I fall onto my back, loosing my glasses in the process of someone landing on me. I hear laughing and phone noises, but I don't concentrate as a sharp pain keeps going through my side. I wince and open my eyes, meeting a pair of blue ones in front of me.

"Hi, how ya doin'?" She casually smiles and rolls off of me. I frown and hold onto my side, noticing its almost quiet in the halls. I sit up and look around, as I could barely see without my glasses, I could tell almost every one have their phones out, pointing at us. There were a couple whispers of, "Did you get that?" Then burst of laughter's cut through the quiet air. My cheeks turned a bright red from the embarrassment, and hurriedly crawled around the ground looking for my glasses. I could hear the laughing dying down after the first bell ringing, everyone going back to what they were doing. I'm going to be late for English!

"Looking for these?" I looked up to the sound of a feminine voice, I squinted and could barely tell, the blue haired girl holding out my books glasses. I gave her a smile and nod, grabbing onto my stuff and standing up. I put on my glasses, adjusting them and seeing the girl a lot clearer. She was quite beautiful, long dyed blue hair, twinkling blue eyes and good sense of style. I've never seen her here before, she must be new. She'll learn to stay away from me in a couple of days, it always happens.

"I'm sorry that I hit you, maybe I shouldn't ride my skateboard in the halls..." She laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of her head, holding onto her colorful skateboard with her other hand.

"Um, it's alright. Thank's for the help, but I need to get to class." I smiled and turned to walk away but she grabbed onto my arm.
"No, wait. I'm new here and I need help finding my classes." She walked in front of me and gave me a sweet smile. She doesn't seem like every other teen girl here, maybe she could except me. I nodded and answered, "Okay, what class do you have first block?"

"English."

Notes

FIRST CHAPTER! Woo!
Oh gosh, I'm so excited for this new story. I read a Marcel story the other day and I was thinking, I should write one about him. There aren't many, and a great story popped up into my head.

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