Memoirs of a troubled teen part1

She walked past me again today, today like the previous times I stare at the ground eyes fixed. I do this long enough for her to be down the hallway before I summon the courage to look up. I hate me. I clench my fists in frustration, deep breaths. I continue down this hallway of mockery, everyone knows but no one knows me. I enter the classroom, I see her there, so elegant, so beautiful. She will always be that way to me......