TITLE: The Biggest Weirdo In The Whole Eighth Grade
GENRE: Middle Grade Urban Fantasy
How to be a Weirdo Tip #16: Write on your clothes–in Sharpie. Original artwork and poetry are best. Trust me, nobody talks to you when you’ve got bad poems on your pants.
I pop the top back on my marker and admire the new black butterfly I drew on my prairie skirt, when this new kid wanders into 1^st period English. He walks right past Haley and her posse, and they just about drop their pots of lip gloss. They twirl their hair and giggle, watching him weave through the desks, looking for a seat. Whispers float across the room.
I guess some girls would say he’s cute. Not me, though. I’m not even paying one bit of attention. Everyone knows "Loser Lily" is off in her own world, right? However, when Mr. Cute-to-some-girls comes closer, I really wish I wasn’t wearing my fake glasses and fuzzy mittens in class again. I sit on my hands, and he slides into the desk next to me. Then he smiles and says hi. Yeah, to me; the girl with a braid coiled on top of her head.
But I look away, because the sooner he knows it’s a bad idea to be friends with me, the better. For both of us. I stare out the window at the cornfield across from the school. The broken stalks poke through the snow like monster’s teeth. I shiver, even though the radiator is groaning and blasting right next to me.