Black Leather Boots
It's the same damn thing every morning. I awake to the sound of my
idiotic stepmother banging on my bedroom door and screaming
bloody-murder, "Get up you lazy ass! You're 10 minutes late and today
I'm not driving you to school if you miss that bus! After
school you're coming straight home! Don't even think about going
anywhere, you're grounded!" She gets angry when I don't answer her,
so I just lie there staring at my ceiling decorated with the heavy
metal band posters until she goes away. I could feel my blood boiling
in my veins as the word "grounded" replayed itself in my mind. But
what's new in my life? Eventually the angry bull trudges off, leaving
me once again in my own world...alone. I love the feeling of the
blankets wrapped warm around me. It's probably the only time when I
don't feel as if I'm the vulnerable one. Slowly I shell off my
comforting cocoon and lazily get myself out of bed. It's that time to
start another day of hell on earth.
I just had enough time to throw on my favorite pair of torn black
bondage pants, black shirt, and black, leather shoes before I ran out
of the back door to my bus stop. Of course my step-mom didn't think
twice about shouting her raging criticism toward my "disgusting
outfit". I personally wouldn't think twice about taking that kitchen
knife she was holding and slitting her throat. But, I was almost
gonna miss my bus so I decided I didn't have enough time to do just
that. So, instead I pulled out my C.D. player and headphones to block
out her ignorance and to help keep in my wrath. I headed slowly
toward my bus stop, listening to the up-beat metal pounding in my
ears. Just as I approached the stop, the bus arrived opening its
doors as if to welcome me into hell. Haha, I don't know what's with
me and hell, I guess we just belong together? Or that's what most
people perceive it, including my family. So anyways, it's the same
thing every morning on the bus too. People stare in disgust, whisper
things to one another which I know happens to be the words
"freak" or "loser". I'm so used to it, I barely notice them anymore.
I remember how I reacted before. I basically wanted to pull out a gun
a kill them all right then and there. Yea you're probably thinking
that I am kinda a freak, but that's up to you to think what
you want. Though I'm not gonna argue if you consider me as not one of
your average teenagers, because I know that I'm not.
Finally I reached the very last seat on the bus where one of my best
friends always sits. I plopped down next to her,
"Hey Jess," I say, taking off my earphones.
"Sup," she answers with her usual head-nod. Jess is a grade below me.
She's supposed to be in my grade, but last year she flunked and had
to stay back and repeat another year. I met her when we were in fifth
grade at a stupid summer camp our parents had sent us to. It has been
around five years since we met each other so I guess you can consider
her my closest friend.
"Man, this morning I heard that Cradle of Filth is coming to concert
next month. I'm so stoked," Jess says with a smile on her face. She
hardly ever smiles, but knowing that one of your favorite bands is
coming to town will brighten up anyone's day, even Jess's.
"Awesome. Hope I can go. My step-mom's being a bitch and for all I
know she might conveniently plan something the same day so I won't be
able to go," I said, as I rolled my eyes. Jess just nodded.
For the rest of the ride to school we didn't talk. I sat quietly,
with my headphones ablaze with the anger and noise, letting it run
wild throughout my troubled mind.
My school is filled with rich, brainwashed snobs, thinking that they
are better then everyone else. Yes, I do know that I am I member of
this pathetic school, but I know better then to treat others with no
respect and always think myself higher then the other students. We
are supposedly sent here because we are all ‘intelligent young
men and women,' with brilliant minds ready to learn and help in the
advancement of our community once we are adults. Haha, yeah right.
Most of the kids I know barely get by with a C or D. No one really
tries, that's for sure.
Jess and I left the bus and headed over to our hangout, a little area
behind one of the buildings. It's actually kinda nice there since not
much people come around to the back, so it's like our private spot.
Turning the corner toward our place, we could already hear Derek and
Andrew before we saw them. Andrew was playing his old acoustic guitar
while Derek was practicing his singing. They were both seated
underneath the Pine trees, oblivious to anything but their music, as
we walked straight toward them.
"...so what do u sayyyyy? Your coffin or miiiiine..." Derek sang the
last line of the song. Andrew finished the ending strums on his
guitar. He looked up, spotting us and waved. He wiped his dark brown
hair out of his face, revealing his beautiful, hazel eyes. There's
something about Andrew that always gets to me. Not in a bad way,
that's for sure, he's just someone I wouldn't mind having as a
boyfriend. But, as it always turns out, he doesn't really like me
‘that way'. Haha...yeah, pretty sad. Derek, on the other hand,
is already going out with Jess. It's cute, but sometimes they just
rub it in my face so much that it pisses me off.
"We finally finished our last song for the band" Derek yelled over
toward us.
"Hello to you too, asshole," Jess said, sarcastically. Their whole
relationship is about joking around and everything. It's sick. So
Derek and Jess, the happy couple, went off together, leaving me with
Andrew.
"Hey Andrew," I settled myself on the cool, morning grass next to him
and his guitar.
"Hey, whatsup?" He asked. But before I could say anything he
interrupted, "Oh! Guess what? Our band got a gig at the local club
tonight. You're gonna be there, aren't you?" He asked again, brushing
away his hair once more.
"Hell yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world," I answered, but then I
remembered that my fucking evil step mom grounded me. My face fell,
"Oh wait, I forgot. I'm grounded. Sorry, I can't go." I looked up
into his perfect eyes and shrugged. I felt myself falling into the
eternal swirl of his eyes until I was rudely interrupted by the
ringing of the school bell.
"Damn, that sucks. Sorry, I gotta go to class...but I'll seeya
later," Andrew said. He looked a little disappointed as he picked up
his guitar. He trudged off, with his usual laziness and guitar at
hand. I watched him until I saw him disappear around the corner of
the building. Realizing I had class also, I picked up my own backpack
and headed over toward my English class.
English is the worst class ever; especially because I have it first
thing in the morning and my teacher drones on about shitty books that
we're supposed to read. Haha, read...what is that? But I guess
the only type of English I do enjoy is the poetry. Actually, we don't
even do poetry at school, so I just write on my free time. It's
easier to express myself that way then to speak it, let alone cutting
it in words across my wrist.
Anyways, even though I really didn't want to go to class I decided
that I had no choice but to go to English. I usually cut class or
come really late and make up some excuse about traffic. But if I was
late one more time, I probably would get my grade docked down a
grade. And that's sucks a lot when you're already getting a D. Not to
mention, my step-mom would seize this opportunity to not let me go to
the Cradle of Filth concert and I could never let her do that
to me!
Passing all the usual glaring looks and whispers, I entered the
classroom and headed straight toward the last chair in the very last
row. The least I could do was keep my distance and just
observe...(with my eyes closed).
"Good morning students," Mr. Burns said, taking a long gulp of
coffee. "I have your papers to return and I must say Michelle did an
excellent job on her report," he said smiling at a homely girl in the
corner with braces. She looked pleased, but a little too smug. I hate
when people flaunt things. It makes me wanna wipe that smile off
their face with my fist.
"As for some of the others, we have a few things to work on,"
he added, looking right at me. I pretended I didn't see and casually
turned my head to face the window. When Mr. Burns finally handed back
my report, a whopping one and a half pages (two point five spacing),
he just shook his head and asked to see me after class. Oh
well, I looked at the score and thought, another D...what can
I say? I was tired and not in the mood to write some English
paper.
For the rest of the class I suffered listening to Mr. Burns drone on
and on about some book while Michelle added her two cents every other
sentence. How the hell do people stay awake in this class?!
After the monotone speeches ceased, the bell rung as the entire class
exited quickly, leaving me in their dust.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, slowly approaching Mr. Burn's
desk.
"Ah yes, we need to talk," he said, not even looking up. "Your grades
are slipping again and I want to try to get them raised before the
semester ends in 3 weeks. It is very do-able if you are willing to
work hard for that allotted time," he laced his fingers across the
set of homework laid out upon his desk. I just stared.
"Well? Are you going to try your hardest to make up the..." he paused
to look through his student grade book, "...the 5 assignments you
have failed to turn in?" Mr. Burns raised his eyebrows, staring
straight into my sunken, empty eyes.
Finally I replied, "Look, Mr. B, why can't you see I do try my
hardest? Just because I don't have a knack in English and I never get
any good grades doesn't mean I don't work my ass...err...butt off,"
Yea, I have great language, I know.
"Well, if you truly feel that way, then I guess there is no point in
trying to redo that D paper I just handed back?" He said, his eyes
returning back to his homework pile.
"Guess not," I answered, walking toward the classroom door.
"You are excused then," Mr. Burns said, not noticing I had already
planned to leave. I didn't say anything, but on the way I out, I made
it a point to let the door slam, in order to show Mr. Burns I didn't
give a damn on whatever he thought about me.
I headed back toward my hangout even though I had Science next. I
mean, who wants to do some lab on a Friday? So I just decided not to
go at all. In fact, I didn't think I would go to any other classes
for the rest of the day. I wasn't in the mood. I give up. Anyways, as
I was on my way I passed the little tree in the middle of the
courtyard where I saw the school preps. Of course, eyeliner eyes
stared; lip gloss lips mouthed the words 'freak' while long, painted
fingernails pointed. This time, instead of ignoring their unsubtle
insults, I stuck out a vulgar hand motion which caused all the
pathetic preps to gasp and turn bright red, the color of their
falsely powdered face. I smiled coldly and turned away shaking my
head.
I strolled along to my hangout. At least I could get some privacy
there. As soon as I got there, I threw down my backpack and sprawled
out across the prickly lawn. Today was a nice day, I guess, even
though I was in such a shitty mood and all alone. I counted the
clouds like a care-free child, which I am no longer. The cool, winter
morning breeze caressed my face, easing my loneliness inside. Most
people just see me as some odd freak, but really, it's just a front.
I can admit that. Sometimes it's hard to speak on how I truly feel
and only some people will listen, like Jess. Even then, Jess has
Derek to talk to, which leaves me as the third wheel, once again. My
family won't even listen to what I have to say. They isolate me just
as much as the other people in my school do. It makes me sick just to
think I can't even depend on my own family, because me dad's a drunk
so he can't defend me when my step-mom goes out of control at me. No
one cares about me, so why should I care about anything? I guess
that's why I don't do well in school, and never care about it since
I'm not motivated by anyone. The only real way I get my anger out is
by music. I slid my headphones over my head, trying to wash my brain
clean of the hurt and pain. I closed my eyes, hoping that I could
just fall asleep...forever.
Foot-Stained Sandals
I have two major exams today for pre-calculus and physics. That's
what you get when you're in classes that are advanced. I'm only a
sophomore but the rest of my classmates in math and science are
seniors. I removed my glasses and rubbed my sore eyes. I've been
studying all night since I have the major tests today. I usually
never sleep an hour on any testing days. I took a quick glance at the
clock, the time blurred by my cloudy eyes. It was already 7:30,
Friday morning. I lazily left my comfy desk chair, and got dressed
for school. It's pretty sad; I've had the same clothes since 7th
grade. It's the YMCA camp shirt with the holes under the arms and my
purple pants. Not to mention, my sandals with the foot-stains on
them. I guess I'm embarrassed about it, but it's hard to get new
clothes when you have a single mom that doesn't get paid much for her
job. I try not to ask for too much because she's done so much for me
throughout my life. The only way I can basically 'pay her back' is to
work hard in my studies and get good grades. I want her to be proud
of me, and I hope she is already.
My mom works early in the morning till late at night, so I have to
walk to school everyday. Speaking of that, I was running a little
late because of the studying. I gathered up all my textbooks and
binders, stuffing them into my torn book bag and rushed out of my
apartment. It was pretty cold outside. I shivered as the cool,
morning breeze passed through the holes in my shirt. As I passed
through the familiar route to school, I went over all Newton's Law of
Motion in my head for the Physics test. I got them all right on the
first try, so I guess I shouldn't be too worried about the test, but
of course I have to re-read the chapter again, just in case I missed
something. I was pretty thankful since I had an hour break before my
tests so I could study some more. I had just pulled out my math note
cards and started studying the formulas when I walked smack dab into
this guy from my school.
"Hey! Freak! Watch where you're walking!" he shouted, knocking me to
the ground, my glasses askew. My note cards were scattered across the
ground and I tried to gather them as quick as possible before they
blew away. The guy just stood there, laughing along with his friends.
He bent down and took a hold of my shirt collar.
"Listen, you little weirdo, next time you watch where the hell
you're going or those glasses on your face will be under my foot," he
said, roughly releasing his grip on my t-shirt.
"S-s-sorry," I stuttered, tears welling up in my eyes. I finished
picking up my scattered cards and picked up my pace as I quickly
walked to school. No more studying and walking at the same time
anymore. Tears had spattered against my glasses. I had to stop
feeling so sorry for myself. People who were mean didn't deserve to
feel as if they had conquered over me. But why does it seem like they
only pick on me? I haven't done anything to them, or not that I know
of. It's kind of hard for me to say it, but I don't really have any
friends to confide in either. I just like to think of school as not a
social event, but somewhere to learn, and only learn. I keep quite in
all of my classes and don't bother with 'friends' that would distract
me from my studies.
The bell had just rung by the time I had gotten to school. I was
pretty happy I didn't have class first thing in the morning but I
still needed to ask my English teacher about extra credit. I walked
over to the teacher's offices in Building C. It really is funny, I
walk into the building almost everyday, so teachers all know who I am
and they wave hi to me even though they've never been my teacher
before. They're really nice people. I have more teacher friends then
I do students! Anyways, I said my normal good mornings to the
teachers and headed to my English teachers room.
"Good morning, Mrs. Kay," I said, stepping into the familiar
office.
"Hello! Nice to see you again this morning!" she said with a smile.
Mrs. Kay beckoned for me to have a seat. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you about the extra credit," I said,
taking a seat.
Mrs. Kay laughed, "Extra credit? You're the last person that needs
it!" She scooped up her grade book and began looking through it. Mrs.
Kay rolled her finger down the list and at last came to my name, "Ah,
see? 98.7%, which is already an A! There's no point in doing extra
credit, because you're still going to receive an A," Mrs. Kay smiled
again, closed her grade book and placed it back on her desk.
"Well," I said, blushing just a little, "I was just going to do it on
the safe side, you know, in case I didn't turn in an assignment."
Mrs. Kay just started laughing again, "Dear, you are a great
student. I don't ever think there was a time when your assignments
were late or done without any care." She smiled and said, "So
basically, extra credit is just an unnecessary task." We chatted for
a while. She asked me what I was doing this weekend and whatnot.
Finally I had to leave for me next class.
"Thanks Mrs. Kay, but I have to go to class now," I glanced at my
watch, "I'll see you on Monday since I don't have class today. Have a
good weekend," I waved as I walked out of her room. I couldn't help
feeling a little pleased with myself when Mrs. Kay complimented me on
my school work. I mean, not to sound cocky, but a lot of teachers say
I do a good job so when they do tell me, I feel very
accomplished.
I left Building C and stepped out into the bustling campus with
students rushing here and there to their classes. I had to go to the
hardest class of the day: Physical Education. It's weird, that's the
only class I'm having trouble in, especially when we go swimming
since I can't swim with my glasses on. Good thing we weren't doing
that today. I headed over to the locker room to get dressed. On my
way in, I heard the normal chitter chattering of the preppy and
perfect girls in my P.E. class. They're always standing at the sinks
by the bathroom, combing their shiny, golden hair and adjusting the
baggy P.E. clothes to fit their petite bodies. I guess I've tried to
talk to them, but they just turn up their pointy noses and ignore me.
Today they glanced at me, took one look at my clothes and started
laughing. I kept walking and didn't make a big deal about that. I
mean, they could afford expensive, name brand clothes and I couldn't,
so no big deal. We were just different people. Anyways, I got to my
P.E. locker and quickly got dress into the uniforms and put on my
old, tennis shoes. As I walked up to the track, our meeting place, I
wondered what in the world they would have us to today.
"Good morning class," Mr. Robinson, my P.E. director said, "For
today's workout I want you to run a mile." With that said, I felt my
insides begin to twist and turn. Personally, the worst thing a P.E.
teacher can ask of me is to run. I'm horrible at it. But, with
much reluctance, I headed over to the starting line.
"all right, each time you finish a lap, you will get your time," Mr.
Robinson said as he raised up his stop-clock, "Now remember, try your
hardest and push yourselves." Push myself? I thought, of
course I'll push myself, but even when I do I still get a fifteen
minute mile! As I was eternally dreading the thought of running,
I heard Mr. Robinson shout out "Go!" so I began my torturous
mile.
The first lap is was not that bad, but by the time I had
finished it (3 minutes), I could feel that familiar muscle pain,
tightening up every step I took. I kept my concentration, trying to
listen to the pattern of breaths I took as I painfully finished my
second lap. It seemed as if the whole class had lapped me twice,
including the preps, who were not only enjoying the run, but doing a
good job too. A lot of the fast runners were finishing their fourth
lap just when I was starting my third. I couldn't take it anymore. I
had to stop. I promise, I really did try my hardest! Sadly, I walked
the rest of the lap and then finally realized I was the last person
left on the track. I jogged my final, fourth lap and gave it my all.
I ended with a 14 minute mile. Our P.E. teacher excused us (thank
God), and I slowly walked back to the locker room to get rid of my
sweaty P.E. clothes so I could get a full hour of studying in before
my exams.
As soon as I finished changing in the locker room, I headed straight
toward the library. There was no time to waste since I had the two
tests in a row after this hour break. I try and use my time wisely,
since I didn't really have much time to study this morning. I entered
the library and felt the cool air conditioning wash over my body. I
said my usual good mornings to the librarians and found my way to the
same desk I always study at. There's nothing really more to say. I
spent that hour with my books and mind open, cramming as much
information as I could before the test.
Almost exactly an hour later, I found myself sitting in my Physics
class with a three-paged test staring up me from my desk. I mentally
calmed myself and began it. I knew I had studied well so none of the
material put on the test should come as a surprise to me. I was
relieved to find that the test was exactly what I had studied and
whizzed through it with no problem. When I had finished it, and
thoroughly checked my answers twice, I turned the test in, face-down
on my teachers' desk. Wow, I thought, I'm the first one
done again. Every test I take I'm usually the first one done. I
don't see how it's possible. It feels as if I take forever. Anyways,
since I was done early, I went to my math class and sat outside, of
course, studying.
The bell finally rung and I found myself in pretty much the same
predicament as I did in my Physics class, but instead, I found a
pre-calculus test staring up at me. I found this test a little more
difficult and it took some time for me to figure out a few problems.
But sure enough, after I scanned through my mind's notes, I easily
got the answers and finished once again, first. I was pretty drained
from the two tests, but I've been much more stressed out before. When
we took the quarter exams, I don't think I slept an hour during that
whole week.
Anyways, I was pretty much done for the day, so I spent the rest of
my afternoon in the library reading a book that was due on Monday for
English. I took a lot of notes, of course, because knowing Mrs. Kay
she has a lot of open note quizzes, so I would have to be prepared.
While I was reading, I overheard a bunch of kids whispering quietly
in the corner about some party they were going to tonight. I don't
think I've been to a party since I was really little. With school
work and all, it doesn't seem to leave me any time for social events.
I thought of how my weekend looked. Not that bad really. If I could
finish the book before my mom picked me up after school, we would be
able to go out to have a simple dinner and when I got home I could
maybe watch a little television. Then on Saturday and Sunday, all I
had to do was review a little bit of my notes and study. That sounds
like the weekend of my dreams; simple, but worth it
Dazzling Pink Slippers
He leaned in and softly kissed my lips. I lightly wove my
fingers through his silky, chocolate hair. Oh my god, I
thought to myself, this could so be a dream come true...until
I was rudely awakened and taken back to reality by the ringing of my
pretty and pink alarm clock. Of course I was disappointed, but I
would never think about tossing that little beauty out of my window;
I love it way to much! But you know I probably would get the
opportunity to kiss Michael sometime soon since many of my friends
have been talking about him having a crush on me. With that in mind,
I clicked off the little clock with my matching pink fingernail and
daintily got out of bed. I slipped on my pink, fluffy slippers at the
bottom of my bed and hurried over to remove my nightly face mask. You
know, those work really well! I haven't had a zit in over 3 months,
which means many boys must have their eyes on me. While I was
applying the needed daily creams, I heard I knock on my bedroom
door.
"Good morning, good morning!" The family housekeeper bustled into my
room before I could invite her in. "How are you today, Miss? Need
anything this fine morning?" She asked with a smile on her face.
"No thank you, Amelia, the least you could do was wait until I say
you can come in," I whipped around facing that obnoxiously large
woman. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her smile fading from her face. "I'll try
to remember that next time," Amelia looked quite abashed.
Humph, I thought, suits her right if she wants to come barging
in through my room.
"Actually, when you leave my room, tell my father that I want
him to take me to school today because I don't feel like getting ride
from Tiff today," I added with a wave of my hand. Amelia left without
saying another word, just the way I like her, quiet. As soon as she
was gone, I opened up my closet (a walk-in one) and had my daily
what-should-I-wear-to-school dilemma. After 15 minutes of modeling
and matching colors, I decided on my new Armani skirt, Guess tank top
and my new Arden B. pink slippers. Today wasn't one of the days that
the clothes I wore made me feel like a million dollars, 'cause sadly
my whole outfit only added up to $150. After another 15 minutes in
front of the mirror I was finally satisfied with myself and decided
that it O.K. to go to school looking like this.
"Daddy! I'm ready to go!" I shouted over the balcony of my house's
winding staircase. I hurried down the stairs, but not too fast. I
didn't want to chip the bottoms of my slippers on our wooden
floors.
"Good morning sweetie," my daddy greeted me at the bottom of the
stairs. He gave me his big papa-bear hug. "We're taking the Mercedes
today," daddy said. I love the Mercedes, and it's going to be
my car pretty soon since I'm going to get my license sometime in
the near future. Anyways, the Mercedes, black with black interior
leather awaited me in the garage. Every time my friends come over,
all they want to do is have a go in the car! I mean, if I were them,
I'd wanna get in there too! It's such a lovely car.
"Daddy, do you think I could drive to school today?" I asked as my
dad slid into the driver's seat.
"Well, Sweetie, I'm running a little late to work so maybe sometime
later," he said taking a fast glance at his watch. Humph, I
thought, crossing my arms, he never, ever lets me do anything I
want. We drove the rest of the way in silence because daddy was
talking to someone 'important' on his cell phone. I guess that's the
way it always in my house. My dad is too busy because he's doing
something for his job as a company manager. Sometimes I guess its ok,
because in order to make me feel better about him not being home as
often, he lets me bring some of my girlfriends over to have parties!
And those are always so fun! No adult supervision!
We finally arrived at my private school, (best in the state might I
add) and I was greeted by my two best friends in the whole world,
Emily and Sandra.
"Hey girls!" I shouted as I left my daddy's Mercedes.
"Hey! Oh my god, where did you get that skirt? It looks great on
you," Sandra asked excitedly. Emily followed close behind, but I
could already tell she was jealous. But what's new?
"It's from Armani," I said turning around so they could get a good
view of it. I wasn't trying to show off or anything, I mean, they
complimented me on it and I was just letting them see it.
"Geez, you sure get anything you want," Emily said sarcastically.
"Haha, yeah I guess," I smiled back ignoring her sarcasm. Just then,
it seemed as if the real Emily came back to her body, she started her
usual morning gossip.
"Oh! Guess what I heard this morning from Jamie?" She said, grabbing
a hold of my shoulders.
"What?!" Sandra and I asked in unison.
"She told me that Michael is gonna ask you out today!" Emily cried,
"But shh, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone so you better pretend you
never knew ok?" She looked pretty excited for me, and if I was her,
I'd be excited too!
"Are you serious? Well about time! I've been hearing that rumor for a
couple weeks!" I said, laughing with Emily and Sandra. Just then, the
bell rang, signaling it was time to get to class. I gave my friends
their usual hugs and departed to go off to P.E. I know what you're
thinking, "P.E. first thing in the morning? You must be crazy," and
no, I'm telling you, they actually make us do stuff this early. I
hurried along to the locker rooms where I frantically got dressed
into the horrid attire this school makes us wear. I mean, they can do
way better then plain t-shirts and disgusting cotton shorts. The
shorts are barely what I like to call 'short'. They go down to my
knees and I have to roll it at least 4 times before they fit well
enough! I even chopped a few inches off the bottom of the shirt so it
wouldn't pass my shorts. Sometimes I wish our school would try and be
just a little more fashionable and then I would be more
cooperative with dressing in the clothes. Anyways, I guess P.E. isn't
that bad considering we're doing weight training now and there's some
cute guys in my class. And let me tell you, they're even hotter when
the lift those weights!
From the time I entered the locker room and the time I came out, it
had started to rain. Personally, I love the rain! But the only time I
do is when I'm cozily cuddling inside my house. The other times, like
today, I hate it. Especially because I was wearing my new, white
tennis shoes! I delicately made my way over to the weight room,
hopping over mud puddles and staying out of the way of running
children. By the time I got to the weight room, I was late. But with
my sad-little girl face and a very 'sincere' apology, I was able to
squirm away from a demerit.
"All right missy, just don't do it again," Mr. Harper said with a
sigh, "Find a partner and begin your usual lifting circuit."
"Thank you much!" I said with a dazzling grin. With that, I pranced
on over some of my guy friends, Todd, Matt and Brandon, which whom
are very good looking and strong.
"Hey sexy," Matt said with a grin. What a joke, he calls me sexy
every day so I don't really take it serious anymore, but still yet,
its pretty flattering, joke or not.
"Hi guys," I answered, "Someone wanna be my workout buddy?"
"Yeah, I'll be yours," Matt jumped to it, winking.
"Alrighty, sounds great," I said, sauntering over toward the lighter
weights. I didn't want to break a sweat, because that is so,
very unattractive. Plus, Matt is such a cutie, I didn't want him
to think of my as some disgusting, sweaty pig. Anyways, we began our
workout. He spotted me here and there with my five pound weights and
I was sure to make myself look 'in need'. No, no, no. I am not
an attention seeker; I just like to be noticed! After I had done
several girlish push ups, we finished up and headed back to the
locker room. I had to hurry and jump in the shower to get rid of that
disgusting gym smell and the light 'glitter' of sweat upon my nose.
Since it was Friday, I didn't have another class until 10:30 so that
meant I take my time in the shower and then hang out with some of my
friends at our tree. I was looking forward to the shower since I was
going to use my new bathing suit from Neiman Marcus. It was $250, a
nice gift from my daddy for no particular occasion. Anyways, the
shower was relaxing, but I ended up having to leave because a bunch
of annoying people came in and were making me agitated, so I left.
While I hurriedly dressed back into my Armani skirt and guess tank, I
noticed this same girl I always see sitting in the corner of my row
all alone. It was quite odd, since I always wondered who in the world
would ever hang out here. I mean, didn't she have friends she could
see outside? I guess not, but I could never imagine feeling so alone
all the time! That would be horrible, not to mention lonely.
Just thinking about that made me feel depressed, so I didn't give it
anymore thought as I exited the locker room. I barely made it half
way out when a group of my friends, including Sandra and spotted me
from our hangout and rushed over to greet me.
"Oh my god, you have to look at this sexy leather bag Steph bought
yesterday from Louis Vuitton!" Rachel chirped excitedly.
"No way! You actually got your mom to buy you that?" I asked
stunned, "Since when do you get something like that?"
Steph answered happily, "Yeah! I know, my mom said she would buy me
that for my birthday, since you know, it's on Monday."
"Well good for you! I was gonna buy that one for myself but I decided
that I could find a better one then that one," I answered. Steph just
smiled. I didn't really know how I was feeling, I wasn't jealous
at all because I was gonna get a bag better then hers anyways.
But there she was, flaunting her new bag, showing off for sure.
Then, at the most perfect time ever, another one of my bff's (best
friends forever), Kerrie, interrupted Steph, "Wow, I really like your
skirt!" She said pointing to me.
"Thanks! This is the third person today to compliment me on it," I
said with a smile. I was just starting to tell them the story about
the drama I had to go through to get that skirt, when the bell once
again interrupted me, signaling I had to get to my favorite class,
Math. Well, ok, it's my favorite class only because Michael, my
crush, is in it. I sit behind him and we pass note to each other
through the whole class. Just thinking about that made me happy, so I
got to class as quick as I could, in order to see him.
When I got to my math class, I sat down in my usual seat and waited
for Michael to come. I looked around the classroom, waiting until he
came. I saw the weird gothic person who always sits in the back of
the class. Those people just plain, freak me out! They always wear
black and these jingly, silver chains which are so
unfashionable. It's like the devil in humans, I tell you. Then,
unlike a devil, an angel floated into the room. Michael arrived
through the door, caught my eye and smiled his gorgeous smile at
me.
"All right class, let's begin," said Mrs. Walters in her usual
sing-song voice, waltzing into the room. She started the daily lesson
of geometry and when she had her back turned to the blackboard,
Michael turned around and placed a small, folded piece of paper on
top of my desk. I subtly grasped it between my beautifully manicured
fingers and slowly brought it down, under the desk. I opened it and
read the words: Hey, meet me after class ok? I have to talk to
you. Just then it felt as if a swarm of butterflies had magically
appeared inside my tummy and began fluttering about. I was so excited
about this 'meeting' which was probably when he was going to ask me
out, that the math class flew by so quickly. The next thing I knew
was Mrs. Walters saying "Have a nice weekend!" I silently left my
desk and met Michael, waiting outside in the hall way.
"Hey, Michael," I said putting on the most sexy look I had.
"Hi. Look, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while
now," He said, staring into my eyes.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to make myself look as innocent as
possible.
"Yeah, well I was wondering if you wanted to go out...you know, be my
girlfriend," he asked me.
"Yes, of course. I would love that," I said. He leaned in and softly
kissed my lips. I lightly wove my fingers through his silky,
chocolate hair. Oh my god, I thought to myself, this could
so be a dream come true. And in fact, it truly was my dream come
true.