Parce que je peux ecrire.

So I was writing and then Jessamyn bugged me about posting so here's a post of something.

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Tess Colton had always been something of a mystery to me. Actually, she was kind of a mystery to everyone. She was in many of my classes, so I knew that she was a smart kid. She never raised her hand in class, though. I’d never actually heard her talk until that day. I only knew her name through eight years worth of attendance. I think she had maybe two friends in the whole school, and the school’s pretty big. She was invisible; hiding in plain sight. I still saw her. She was invisible but I saw her, so it was with great surprise that I saw her walk in the club’s door that day.

Let me back up a bit and tell you about myself. My name’s Erick. Yeah, Erick with a “k.” It’s a weird spelling, so people are in the habit of messing it up. I like the way it’s spelled, though. It’s different, a hell of a lot more different than I am. Anyways, I’m a sophomore at Splitway West High School, and yes, there is indeed a Splitway East High School, which is indeed our bitter rival because of old soreness about the division. The school’s name is apt. Tess is a sophomore as well, along with my best friends, Greg and Scott.

I’m a nerd, and I’ll admit it freely. I play Pokemon, I watch Star Wars, and I enjoy programming. I’ve got the glasses with the black frames and the pale skin and the malnourished build that all come from dark rooms and video games. Greg and Scott are nerds, too. Greg likes building robots and taking things apart to see how they work. Once, he took apart the thing that told the oven how to cook and then his mom came home and sighed and made salad. Scott’s a big fan of random facts, starting most of his sentences with “Hey, did you know.” He also spends half his time working with Firefox and Wikipedia, because he likes things like that.

So, yeah. We’re big nerds, all of us. We’re definitely not the biggest nerds in school, but we’re up there. Remember when I said that Splitway was an apt name for our school? Well, it’s apt in more ways than one. There is a huge division between Populars and the rest of us. There are normal kids, but they are the minority. I’ve had to buy myself a couple of extra packs of underwear because of the state of things. Hell, even the cheerleaders get into the bullying. All of us geeks and nerds and stuff are kind of like sheep. We do nothing to help ourselves. My friends and I noticed this at the end of last year, when we were freshmen. It bugged us that the popular kids could push the rest of us around and have nothing bad happen to them. We decided to fight back, in our own half-assed way. We made a club, and we called it the Brethren.