Today's the beginning of junior year and I can tell it'll be a great one. Waking up to the alarm, I find my slippers in different areas making me look for them, hair was totally off, makeup was smeared all over my face like a blind person painted colorful vomit all over me. Last night was a blast. My boyfriend, Dan, picked me up at my house around seven to go take a walk at the park and talk about our daily lives like we always do. He picked me up so I was on a piggyback style, and started running all over the place as if we would stay forever young. That's one of the most things I love about him.
Dan was the perfect guy. We were friends ever since the sixth grade and he asked me out in freshman year in the cheesiest way ever. He brought six huge posters and stuck them on the lockers saying: "Emma, Will you be my girlfriend?"
I was shocked. I didn't know who it was until one of the locker door opened, a guy with Roses came, looking up at me, it was Dan. His honey brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, just made me have so many butterflies in me, which made me speechless! I just nodded insanely, he laughed and picked me up from the waist saying how this was one of the best day of his life. Three years of being with this guy still gave me butterflies. After dozing off in my daydream, I realized I was sitting down towards my mirror, brushing my hair weirdly. The thing I don't understand about all girls is how they complain to themselves how ugly, fat, weird, boring, and plain they are. As for me, I'm different than any other girls. I knew my looks; they weren't too bad or amazing at the same time. Long brown hair as my mother, hazel eyes as my father, and most importantly, the height. It wasn't too tall or too short. Just the right size for me to be called "your average looking girl."
"Emma breakfast is ready! Come on you don't want to be late to miss your first day of junior year!" Mom was saying joyfully.
I guess she's more excited than I am. I ran down the stairs grabbing toast bread, an orange juice, and my favorite, Coco pebbles. No matter how old I'll get, this cereal will always be the best.
Hearing the car honking outside, I knew it was Dan. Rushing to the door, I forgot and went back kissing my mom who was making eggs for dad, and kissing dad who was sitting down reading the newspaper as always as if he'll ever find something surprising, told them that I love them and went outside.
I probably love Dan's car more than him. It was a Chevrolet Malibu and it was my favorite color too, blue! Hopping in, I told him how yesterday was just perfectly amazing.
"Well of course it was, after all, we had to spend your birthday in a special way." He smiled at me getting ready to drive.
Yes, yesterday, the day before school, the last day of summer, was my seventeenth birthday.
Dan hasn't forgotten it as a good boyfriend he is, he amazes me at everything he does in life. Him and I are going to the same college; he's studying business while I'll be studying web designing. We haven't actually talked about the future, about marriage and kids, because it's just this feeling, knowing that everything will be OK no matter what happens, so we don't really need planning for anything.
Parking the car, he got out quickly and opened my door. He is such a gentleman. Walking around school I've seen all my friends and best friends waving "Hi" to me.
"Hey Emma! I've missed you!"
"Oh My God, Emma, you looks so different did you do something with your hair?"
"Emma I can't wait to see you during music class! I've got so much things to tell you!"
Yep, That's me, "Your average girl."
That reminded me. Music class! I told Dan that I had to go. I kissed him on the cheek and ran off to the place where I loved the most, the music room.
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The Girl with the Piano.
HorrorThis is the story about a girl named Emma. Your average girl everyone adores and looks up to in High School. Her friends, Amanda, Caroline, and Megan, including herself, love music, as well as playing different types of instruments. They created a m...