Fallen Down So Far

                                    

                                          
Diana’s P.O.V:
                          
I hugged my books tightly to my chest and studied the all-too-familiar tile floor. It was no sooner than I thought ‘no one has bugged me so far’ when my books were knocked out of my grip. I bit my lip as I gathered my books and papers as they laughed at me. I stood up and pushed some hair out of my face. Faces of clueless freshman passed by me, uninformed of the fact that this is the sort of thing that happen to me. It’s just who I am. I’m different and people don’t like different. That’s all I can say, really. I don't know why they do it, so I guess I just pretend it's because I'm different. 
                          
I opened the bathroom door and to my relief, no one else was in the room at the moment. I set down my backpack and books. I went to the mirror and tried making myself more appealing. I finger-combed my tangled brown hair and pushed my overgrown side bangs to the side. My mascara was smeared, partly because I didn’t know how to apply it that well and partly because of the tears streaming down my face.
                          
“Come on Diana. Pull yourself together. Gotta be strong. You can break down when you’re in your bedroom. But not at school..."I sighed to myself
                          
"How could I have fallen so far from who I used to be?” I spoke quietly to myself. I wiped the tears away and wet a paper towel. I dabbed it underneath my eyes and sighed at my reflection. I pulled up my oversized sweater and looked at my flat stomach. I pinched around my hips, looking for a place with too much skin. Right behind my left hip was skin I could hold between my two fingers.
                          
“Okay.” I told myself. I drank some water from the sink and swallowed. “Water is good.” I smacked my lips and tried smiling at myself. Not gonna work.
                          
I gathered my belongings and went to my locker, which was thankfully just down the hall from the bathroom I was in. I knelt down and turned my lock. I was about to pull my locker open when someone kneed me in the back, causing me to stumble forward. I tired ignoring the snickers but they still echoed in my ears. The five minute bell rang and I quickly switched out my books. I slipped on my backpack and went upstairs to my 1st period. I walked into the virtually empty room.
                          
 “Hi there Diana! We will be having new seats today, actually. Come pick a piece of paper.” My chirpy teacher stood by the door, her hands full of little pieces of paper. I looked around the room and saw that our desks had been pushed into 8 groups, with four chairs in each group. I sighed inwardly and picked a paper. Blue 2. I found the blue table in the far left corner and sat in desk 2. I set my head down, pushed in my head phones and waited for the rest of my peers to enter the room. I was listening to Stand in the Rain by Fireflight when someone tapped on my shoulder.
                          
“Yeah?!” I pulled out a head phone and turned roughly around to see who touched me.
                          
The sight in front of me shocked me so much I nearly passed out. Two feet away from me stood…him. Harry Styles.