Maryssa’s P.O.V
MY STORY:
Hey, my name is Maryssa. About 2 years ago, I moved to Sydney, Australia for my dad’s job as a businessman. My dad, Mike, has raised my twin brother Jake and I for almost our whole lives. My alcoholic mom disappeared 14 years ago, when I was 2. One night, she came home at 3 a.m., and started verbally and physically abusing my dad, calling him a bastard and throwing a lamp at him. Jake came into my room, and we hid under my blanket for 3 hours until we could fall asleep. The last thing I remember hearing was my mom screaming, “BYE ASS HOLE!” and the door slamming. We haven’t seen or heard from her since that night. Although there have been multiple police and crime investigations, not one piece of evidence has been found. Anyway, 2 years ago, you could say that I was a TOTAL loser and nerd. I had weight problems, bad acne, and round glasses. Even my best friend Lindsay dumped me before 9th grade. Now she tries to be-friend all of the hot, popular girls. Right before I moved to Aussie, I got a perfect idea. I have good facial features. Pretty, big blue eyes, and golden locks, and long, dark eyelashes. So, I thought that while I am in Australia, I could pretty-fie myself. Lose some weight, get contacts, and I knew all of my acne would be gone in 2 years, so it wasn’t too hard, and the results were A LOT better than I expected. The reason I couldn’t do this while I was home in Atlanta was because I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard. Before, I would avoid the mirror, but now, I look at my reflection, and can finally think “Wow! I look hot!” So when I came back, you’d expect me to get heaps of positive attention, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened.
I got back on a Friday afternoon. As soon as I got into my well-missed house, I texted my best friend Ashlee, “Sully’s in 20.” Sully’s is an ice cream place here in Los Angeles, where everyone hangs out, especially now in the summer. Since my clothes were still in boxes, I pulled out what was closest. Wearing my short, light blue soffe shorts, a white, spaghetti strap tank top, black converse, and silver hoops, I went downstairs. I left a note for my dad, who was grocery shopping, letting him know where I’d be. I shouted a quick “bye!” to Jake, and slammed the door. I went out to my backyard to get my bike since Sully’s was about half a mile away, and there was no way I was going to walk half a mile in this hot, Georgia heat.
Riding up to Sully’s I saw that it was almost empty, since it was almost 150 degrees outside, and everyone was probably at the local beach.
All of a sudden, I hear a “MARYSSA!!!”
I turn around and see Ashlee running over to me, grinning.
“Ashlee! I missed you sooo much! Wow…you look…different. In a good way of course! You actually look hot. No offence or anything.” She laughed
Not feeling offended at all, I replied, “Ha-ha! Well, I changed a few things about myself while I was in Australia.”
“Well you look awesome!” She exclaimed.
“Thanks so do you!” I said, and she really did. Her light blonde hair was shoulder length and she was tan. Looks like I’m not the only one who changed while I was away.
“So, guess what? I have good news and bad news. But, I need to tell you the good news first, or the bad news won’t make sense.”
“Kay, spill.” I said
“WEELL,” She said, stretching out the words. “Remember that really cute guy who’s famous on YouTube for singing? Cody Simpson?”
“Yeah… and?” I said
“HEGOTARECORDDEALANDMOVEDHERETOATLANTA!!” She said breathlessly, making all of the words sound like one.
“Oh. My. GOD. Are you freaking serious?!” I could hear my heart pounding. I fell in love with Cody when I saw his singing videos.
“I’ve never been more serious in my whole life!” She replied
“And…the bad news are?” I asked
“That wannabe bitch Lindsay is dating him. They’re like the ‘new hot couple’ and of course Lindsay loves all of the attention”
“That self-centered slut!” I thought out loud.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I have a plan so that you can have the boy of your dreams. I’m coming over at 5 so that we’ll have 2 hours to get ready for the home coming dance, ok? Oh and don’t worry about having something to wear, that’s part of the plan.”
“What? I’m not wearing anything to the dance?!”No way was I going to do that!
“No, retard, I’m bringing you what to wear.”
“Oh, ok. Good.” I felt relieved.
Ashlee started walking away, and I whipped out my phone to check the time. 2:26. That meant I could take a nap. It was still 5 in the morning in Sydney, and I was jet lagged.
I rode home and I crashed into my bed as soon as I got home without changing.
Comment, and let me know whether I should continue the story. I know this chapter was boring, but the point of it was just to introduce you to the characters. Thanks!
Love Masha
