Dear Diary

Dear Diary: Jacob.

Jacob's Point of View: -otaku-trash-

I tapped my frail fingers upon my desk, feeling no such satisfaction coming from the small act. The wood was smooth, and I allowed my fingers to dance across the surface in a rather delicate manor. The air was silent; no such sound rippling through the room as I positioned myself in the same place as I always did. I swiveled around in my seat, letting an exasperated sigh escape my bitten lips. The rain pounded against the window, individual droplets slipping down the glass. 

I glanced at the upon my wall, reading the numbers that the hands pointed towards. Sighing, I looked at my personal notebook that was beside me, and I brushed my fingertips against the odd material. An oddly familiar voice chimed into my ears, and I mentally slapped myself. 

"Jacob, do you want any food?" My mother called out to me from downstairs, loudly opening cupboards and slamming plates upon the side.

"Nope. Not hungry." I hollered back, though my stomach pleaded for food as the lie easily slipped out of my naturally pink lips. Mentally I wasn't hungry, but physically I was. Perhaps nobody understood this, however to me it made perfect sense.

I arose from my chair, collapsing upon my bed once it reached my view. The mattress was extremely soft, and there was a small bounce once I landed upon it. Whilst the rain continued to patter against the transparency of the glass, my eyes widened massively in shock — making them somewhat similar to saucers — once realization dawned upon me. It was a school day; and I hadn't even attempted to get ready yet. 

My clothes were easily shoved over my head and pulled over my legs, the black material clinging to my thighs as they were larger than my other areas — which was strange, but I didn't focus on that. I wore what made me feel comfortable, not what made me look acceptable to society. 

After approximately ten minutes of making myself look like I wasn't homeless, I grabbed my schoolbag: slipped my shoes on, tying the laces equally either side; after debating with my mother, I grabbed a croissant from the table and ate it on the way; and I cringed in the mirror once I saw the dark pools that resided beneath my ocean orbs.

My muscles and lungs burned, but I was determined to make it to school at a reasonable time. My hands slammed against the door of our school, opening it as I saw few students walking around with their friends or partners. 

My eyes darted about the area, I smiled once my eyes landed upon my locker however I frowned once I saw a small group of boys surrounding it. Despite this, I heavily exhaled and paced over towards the lockers. Although I didn't particularly listen to the conversation, I heard someone stop between their words: "What the fuc— oh my." Gulping, I shoved my belongings into my locker and was much too curious to walk away.