"ME" The Story of Lyric Rayne

The Beginning

October 7, 2013

Dear Journal,

Well hello, (this is my first time using a journal FYI).

I'm Lyric Rayne, I know who names their daughter Lyric? But my mother was always trying to find the perfect opportunity to do something different and unusual.
Well I guess this is my story. I guess I'm supposed to write about me, and my feelings. I have no idea. But hey I'll give it a shot.
Today is Birthday, my 15th. My grandmother purchased me this journal, I have never been the type to write down my feelings. But hey I'm up from some change. Its gonna get some time to totally write down everything on these papers. That's what there made for right? Man, I am really sucky at this.

Well um..goodbye

Lyric

Is it cheesy putting my name at the bottom sense this is my journal? I think to myself. Man this journal writing is going to be weird.. Do I have to write in it. I asked my dad after my grandmother gave it to me. He told me right after my complaint that it would be the right thing to do, since she was so excited to give it me. Man thanks dad for guilt tripping me.

I put down my journal, I get up from my resting position in my hammock.

Where to hide this? I think to myself. I walk to my closest and find an old shoe box, placing my book in there. I let out a sigh, then hoping in bed. My 15th birthday was this day supposed to be special or something? I feel like birthdays just feel like normal old days, not that big of a deal. How come people over pressure these days? I will never know.
Hopping in bed, I just lay and stare at the ceiling. Staring at the white popcorn ceiling, today didn't feel normal. I kept seeing my mother in the textures of the ceiling. Her face appeared smiling at me, I grow angry.
'' Stop being emotional. She left.'' I harshly whisper to myself. I shove my face in my pillow, rubbing my arm squeezing the squished pillow between my forearms.

'' Get up.'' My sister, Angelica says coming in my room searching in my closest.

'' Ugh.'' I sigh into my pillow. I am so tired that I don't even care that she is in my room. I let her go through my clothes. '' Where is your shirt with the blue sequins on it?'' Angie, (Angelica's nickname) says. I shrug my shoulders, I really don't care.
'' You're a big help.'' Angie huffs under her breath, rolls her eyes and leaves.
'' Lyric get your butt down here. We have to go soon.'' My dad screams for me. I get out of bed, pull on my sweatshirt, leggings and put my hair and messy bun. When I say messy, I really mean messy. I really didn't care if it looked good or not.

High School, man this place. Half of me still misses my old middle school. But, I am so happy to be in High school.
Fitting in isn't that hard, it's finding the right people to be around. I know I have only been here two months. Technically I am still figuring everything out, we never figure every detail out. Every day we learn something new. But it does get trying. I just want to skip the whole trying and failing and learning process. Can I just fast forward like 10 years of my life?

Let's be honest, the whole high school experience is nothing like the Hollywood movies.
"Hey!'' I see my best friend Nixxon, he throws his arm around my shoulder.

'' Isn't your girlfriend gonna be jealous?'' I smirk at him.

'' Ly, she knows that I don't like you that way.. Like at all. No offense.'' He says to me. I let out a laugh, the thought of us two being a couple is a joke.

'' Well, got to head to class, see you after school?'' I say to Nixxon.

'' I can't after school today, I'm sorry.'' Nixxon says, looking down at his shoes.

'' Man, she wants to have every second with you. Okay have fun with your girlfriend.'' I say in a joking manner, so he knows I'm not mad. Cause I'm not, I get it he is in ''Love''. I roll my eyes at the word, sure it sounds nice. But it only works in the dreams of our heads, not reality.