Lunch Of A Lonely Girl

"Hey guys, wait up!" I said in a voice louder than my usual whisper.
Sam turns around and looks at me,
Turns back to the group,
And they keep walking.
"I just need to tie my shoe," I said a teensy bit louder than before.
My mum had just bought me a new pair of black converse sneakers, I loved them but the laces were made too long and I kept stepping on them, successfully untying my shoe about 3 times a day.
I look up and I see my group of friends walking away towards the multipurpose room. They're talking. And laughing.
Like I hadn't even left.
You see this happens a lot. So I guess I'm used to it. Always hoping my voice will be heard above the rest, trying to call attention to my little self.
"Wait up.." I whisper to myself as I bend over to tie my shoe.
Blood rushing to my face,
my throat is being constricted as my eyes water in self pity.
Shoe is tied. Get a drink from the water fountain.
Every group of friends has that one friend. That one girl that no body really likes all that much, but they keep her
around to hang out with in case none of the other friends are available. Am I that girl? I ponder that question quite frequently.
I'm not weird,
I'm not selfish,
I'm not a braggart,
I'm quiet.