What A Catch (Catching up) Chapter: one

Chapter one:
    
If life had entrance music it would play right now. I'm thinking "What a Catch, Donnie" by Fall Out Boy. Hmm what to complain about first? My lack of friends, my non-existent sex life, my over working mother…? Eh the list goes on. "I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match, what a catch, what a catch, whoa, whoa, whoa". I was drifting off into a comfortable sleep, which was quite dangerous. I don't know what I was thinking. I clearly wasn't when I stayed up late last night watching old Bella Lugosi movies. Damn that man is amazing. Smack. Something sticky hit the side of my face. I grabbed it quickly by the stick, 'twas an already licked lollipop that someone threw at me. The class started to erupt in laughter until Mrs. Heper's loud irritating voice sounded. Still slumped in my seat I took out my earphones and looked to the front of the room where she was introducing a new student.
"Isn't this exciting class? A new student! Everyone this is Mikayla." She shied a smile looking down at her shoes, black Converse with what looked like paint in them. Mrs. Heper pointed with her long pianist fingers to the back of the class at the vacant seat next to mine.
"Well I hope she likes good music." I said in my head. She took her seat and I didn't dare look at her with all the heat of embarrassment that was burning in my face. The whole class I painfully resisted looking at Mikayla, she was very pretty. The split second the bell rang I rushed out if class and out of school hopefully quickly enough. I tend to leave school immediately because I get bullied on the way home if I lag around school and leave when all the other walkers do. Crossing the lobby on my way out I tripped.
"Oops sorry didn't see you there loser." He kicked me. I clutched my stomach in my fetal position. Even though my headphones had fallen out in the attack, I could hear "Bully" by Three Days Grace play from them where I lay on the ground. I picked myself up and grabbed my backpack then looked around for my iPod. "Looking for this?" Kevin, the attacker, asked holding my old and battered iTouch. He threw it too Frank, then to Xavier, then to Tom who didn't catch it but let it drop and shatter. The glass, the hardware, all of it smashed.
"What's going on here?" Principal Umano asked. He looked down at what was once my life source. "Whose is it?" Umano demanded. Kevin pointed to me.
"It's…. Hers." Kevin said, sarcastically on "hers". Umano studied me disgustingly with weary for a moment.
"Clean this up, Miss… Um… Tanager… Come with me." I got up and followed him to a custodian's closet.
I was handed a dustpan and broom. When I returned to the lobby most of the students had gone from the scene of my embarrassment. I swept up my broken "life source". I was nothing without my iPod it was my escape, my, defense mechanism and now it was smashed to ruins. I tossed it in the trash in the lobby and returned the cleaning utensils to the custodian closet. I walked home as quickly as I could. I tried to keep my distance with people but I could still hear snickers and laughs as I walked. Kevin and I weren't always this way. You may not believe this but we we're once best friends. We all were; Kevin, Tom, Frank, Xavier, and I. That was before I changed. Back when I was Drake.