Clues to your heart

Chapter 1

Everyone has had a crush on someone else before right? This is normal as teenagers, we are expected to have developing hormones for who we are attracted to.
Personally I've had about roughly 50 people I've crushed on already, this excludes any famous celebrity, and not to mention that I'm only 17 years old!
To be fair I think it was because they were all so very good looking and the hormonal stages in my life as a girl directed my feelings towards their faces.
I've never been in a romantic relationship with the opposite gender, but sometimes I like to imagine that I have.
Okay now that's just sad. But really what it would feel like to be holding hands, sharing kisses and secrets with a significant other?

All my friends have been in relationships. Actually a lot of people around me have been or are in relationships as of now.
While I'm still drooling over my current crush; Hozier Gaze. Can I just say that he has been my crush for a little over three years now.
Is that weird?
Sort of, maybe, yes I suppose.
Does he know that I like him? Wouldn't have a clue, you'll have to ask him yourself.
But if you do I may just end up running over you. On accident of course. Would you die? Well we could test that theory out right now... Only if you want to.
I suggest that you don't..
But we could.. Just not in front of Hozier Gaze. That's the only condition for my theory.

Where was I again? You see what also fascinates me is our minds the ability to carry so much information yet it's wasted on me because I'm that person who would walk to the fridge only to forget what I was actually meant to do.
It's a habit.
And sometimes you can't control these things so you know just let it go let it go.. Kidding.. Shesh you thought I would go all Frozen fanatic on you didn't you? Well your right.. Actually what am I on? No, not drugs although I think I could use some right about now.
I had a point and now like the point in a pencil I had lost the point in case you haven't realized.. Man I'm like captain obvious but female because of course FEMINISM guys and girls welcome to the 21st century where nothing makes sense and I'm hoping this is just a horrible dream okay any moment now I will wake up with drool all over my bed and covers thrown onto the floor.
Yes.
Any moment now.
Just you wait.
Ok maybe I should pinch myself a little... But what's that voice inside my head and what is it doing changing tones and such without my consent. Am I going British now? Oh my. I have a British accent in my head. If I were male I would totally.. (di do di do diddly do)

The beautiful sweet melody of my alarm clocks wakes me from my slumber and I am graced with a face hovering above me.
Okay I admit.
I lied.
My alarm clocks are horrible and yes I need more than one clock to wake me up. It's my New Years resolution so sue me. I personally have a very well qualified lawyer which you may know as it is myself and I will see to it that you will be the loser and I shall be the Queen B.
"Aprilllll you're my ride to school today," my best friend Sonja sings painfully loud in my left ear drum. Glancing at my phone it reads 8:00AM which means I have half an hour to get ready. I slump my head back on my pillow and pull my covers up over my head so Sonja would get the message. She didn't.
As soon as her stupid fingers start tickling me, I scramble and kick my covers off of me along with narrowly missing her stomach. Dang it. She would of so deserved that kick to the stomach.
"Alright! Aright!" I say between gasps of air. Then I spin on my heels and grab the closet object towards me and hurtle it at her head. I watch with great satisfaction as my school bag went soaring through the air right into her face of shock. I make a dash past her, towards the door and before exiting I do a little wiggle with a shout at her, "c'mon child we have school!" Cackling like a manic down the stair case, towards the kitchen in search for food, I stop and kiss my little Ruffles on the head before he can escape with an annoyed glare plastered on his cute fluffy face directed at me. He's my pet cat and loves me very much so. Sonja hot on my heels manages to catch up to my lightning speed after a solid 5 seconds. "Have you been hitting the gyms lately?" I ask her, "Dude why didn't you invite me," I whine in a 5 year-old tone before she has the chance to speak up. She stretches her face into a tight smile and says through clenched teeth, "I have invited you but every time you say and I quote, 'uh sorry Sonny no can do because my dearly beloved cat, Ruffles and I have plans right now but you go girlfrand and get that sexy body!'" Oh yeah. Plans.. Oops. "Next time then?" I offer her my sincerest apologetic smiles as I take out the box of cornflakes and milk. She only gives me a "humph" as she reaches for the bowls in the cabinet and I grab two spoons from the dishwasher that look kinda clean.. Sonja sees this and slaps my hand as she searches for two clean ones in the drawers. Sonja basically knows this house inside out if you ask me and I don't know whether or not that scares me since I had never been to her house before. While except for the once or two times where I stood outside her gate and had a staring competition with her dog, Gary, and the other time where the sprinklers came alive and sprayed me silly with their holy water. I swear it burned. Okay so maybe it was the fact that I had gotten sunburnt from standing in the blistering sun for far too long to try and sneak over her gate but the water still burned so therefore I shall assume her family owns holy water and she is a really nice person. I'm telling you my judgements are exact to the point. Always.

After scoffing down breakfast like a real A class lady that would shame even the queen herself, I gallop my way back up to my room to throw on my ugly uniform and brush my unusually large teeth hastily in the bathroom. I then sling my bag over my shoulders and grab a couple of coins from my piggy bank, whom I liked to call mr. Crisp. P. Bacon. He had been at my side supporting me financially since I found out about the tooth fairy. We've come a long way, him and I. As I race down stairs once again, I see myself in the thin and narrow mirror in the hallway, coming to a halt I quickly run my fingers through my shoulder length maroon hair to find that it has tangles in them. Ah my desired look of the day shall be my bed's nest I thought to myself. I hop out the door with the sun shining brightly in the sky and squint over to Sonja who's dangling the car keys out of the passenger seat window. Classic Sonja.