First Chapter
How messed-up can my life be? Answer? I don’t have one.
It all started one Wednesday. I don’t even know anyone in this room. You know, my classroom, which was on the second floor of the school and also full of different and all kinds of people that are whom I think are not like me. Sadly, because I, Amy Conrad, am an introvert. I am not “that” sociable and stuff, but I do have 7 friends way back in Middle school. But that was WAY back. Not now. No.
Okay, so back to the story. I was new in this school. That means that I do not have friends CURRENTLY. For the first time, I was the new kid. At the first step I took inside the room, everybody was staring at me. Why? It only took me a second- no- two seconds- to realize that I, unfortunately, am LATE for the first day of classes. That’s right. You heard it right. LATE. L-A-T-E. God, that was humiliating.
After that, good thing that the teacher arranged our seats (clearly, I didn’t know where to sit) alphabetically. There’s a catch: one guy has to sit in the middle of four girls. And guess what? I was one of them. Because of our alphabetically-arranged seating position, I was one of the two girls who get to sit with that one guy in the middle. I was thinking “Okay… everything is going fine…” and then, something inevitable happened: I had to go to the comfort room (which was really close to our room). Even though it was really close, I couldn’t possibly go there. I mean, right now because 1.) I was seating to the opposite of the door and 2.) My current guy teacher who is also our class adviser (who I think is kind-of gay) was stating the school rules and regulations. You know why? It’s because I, Amy Conrad am an introvert. Now, I think you guys are getting real pissed at me for reusing that word many times, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. I slightly raised my hand and fortunately (slash-unfortunately), my teacher didn’t answer me. I was by far lucky enough not to get noticed in this current situation.
So, after my teacher blabbed and fibbed about his achievements and what it takes to stay in this school and blah blah blah… (I was pretty much asleep by the time he started going on about the school rules and regulations), I was stunned when I looked at my classmate, who was a guy (and which was right next to me) because 1.) He (in a totally anonymous decision) was what people think “cute”, 2.) He is also a valedictorian at his school which makes him really smart (I personally go for smart guys because we both are scholars at our current school) and 3.) He wears glasses. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I mean, READING GLASSES (and not those ones that are really cheap and only and just for one person’s so-called “style”). But this setting is just too good, right? But then, there’s a MAJOR set-back: He is shorter than me who is about a five-foot-four tall female and also I don’t know how I could break the ice and ask him his name. That goddamned teacher- he didn’t even say out the names of everyone in this room. Well, fuck him (and by the way, maybe the “him” is a “her”).
