One Of The Boys

Chapter One

I'm afraid that the quote that everyone says going "Oh, life will get easier..." is the biggest lie ever told. Life itself never gets easier. In fact, you face more challenges and problems until you feel the inside of your soul slowly wilting away. It's sad that, only at the age of seventeen, that I am more aware of that than ever.

Because the most difficult part of life is waking up and getting out of bed.

Suddenly, I hear my phone vibrating signaling that it is officially time to get my lazy ass out of my warm, cozy bed and to face the real world. I turn over to press snooze for another five minutes until I find myself face planting the floor instead and wrapped up as tight as a burrito in my blanket.

Ouch.

I just hope that nobody enters my room to find me in my swamped burrito formation.

Just as I thought that however, my worst nightmare came true. I hear my door swing open and hear the footsteps get nearer to me. I instantly knew the source of the voice from just their footprints alone. They were wearing heels so it had to be Juniper. She was obsessed with the idea of wearing heels just so she could basically catfish herself into thinking she was average height and not someone who sat at the height of 5'2. Quite embarrassing...to Juniper at least. She finds the height absolutely humiliating. She was so tired of her mom losing her in the stores that she went to so she ended up dying her hair an intense shade of red. I never expected anyone to pull off that shade but she totally did.

She scanned my room before officially finding me on the floor after I turned my head and managed to whisper out a quiet cry for help.

"What the- Zea, are you okay?!"

She manages to be my hero and unwrap me from the blanket. I end up rolling off my blanket and onto the floor once again, landing on my back and staring up at the ceiling as if I were questioning all my life choices. In that case, I was.

"Care to explain to me why you were on the floor?" She asks, raising one of her eyebrows in utmost confusion.

I turn over onto the floor, facing away from her and let out a heavy, but very dramatic, sigh.

"Why must you bother me today? Just let me sit in my dark room and cry." I answer, letting out a fake sob noise afterwards after covering my forehead to shield my eyes from the nuisance of light. She must've not bought it however because the second I squinted my eyes even slightly in her direction, she rolled her eyes.

"Well, it's Monday and we're technically going to be considered, you know, late for school if you're not ready in thirty minutes. Seeing how you're not even dressed though and how you look like an absolute troll, I can deduce that we are, in fact, going to be late for school."

I cringe at the words school and late.

I guess I could say that I don't technically hate or despise school like every other teen in America does. As the meme goes, I'm not like every other girl. I hate the people there. It sucks to be the outlier of your school but I claim my role somewhat proudly. I mean it sucks to basically have no friends and be at the very bottom of the food pyramid but at least I don't have to necessarily deal with anything. Middle school was likely the worst for me but then again...is middle school ever the best? Everyday, I would find myself tolerating sitting by an idiot in that class. If it wasn't that, it was constantly getting picked on because I was extremely tomboyish. It was honestly the darkest of my entire school career. It hurt that something I loved, that was completely innocent, would be the thing I get bullied for just because of my gender. I cared, and still care, about sports more than I do about myself. While girls were playing with make-up and talking about boys, I found myself playing football with those exact same boys and getting my jeans constantly muddy just to hear my mother groan about how she was incredibly tired of having to deal with my muddy outfit. The last thing I was concerned with was the newest makeup launch or even who was dating who. Don't even get me started with all the catfights that started when the girls found out they were supposedly dating the same boy...Yikes. Let's just say the hair went flying.