Something of A Love Story.

***I get inspiration for writing by things around me, well obviously. But what I usually do is exaggerate the truth. Like if something really boring happens in my life---I will change it into something totally crazy in my writing. Similar to a completely fake diary. Understand? Probably not. Haha but enjoy this totally untrue love story

***One more thing!! (Sorry!) If I get some people commenting and a few reads (50 at least?) Then I will continue posting! Thanks a lot! :)***

"I just can't even believe that school is starting already." I said through the phone. Marcia snapped her bubblegum obnoxiously. My ears could hardly bare it.

"Marcia, cut it out! That's annoying." She instantly stopped and sighed heavily. I dwindled with my hands. The nail polish sat on my fingers, boy was it stubborn. I didn't think nail polish could be stubborn but it found a way. I tried to pick it off, but it didn't even budge.

"Hey, I have to go. I have to get some stuff done." I really did have a lot of stuff to finish up. School begins tomorrow. I spent the whole summer down in Florida, nice, sunny, Florida. Now I was back in dreary New York. The bustling traffic, insane people, and nasty whether. It could bee d worse though. I could be poor.

My dad was the CEO of some huge company. I don't even know what company. He's never here. How should I know when he's never around? I cleaned the nail polish off my delicate fingers. I pulled out my uniform from the laundry. Yes, I wear a uniform. A dreaded uniform. I attend New York Ridge Academy. Also known as NYRA. The tuition there was like 30 thousand dollars or something. So everyone who I go go school to with is a rich snob, similar to me.

Every single student thinks I'm some snob who gets everything she wants. Truth is, I'm not. I don't ask for a lot of stuff. I could ask for a lot of useless things, but I don't. Truth is, they're total snobs. Marcia is the only real friend I have. People pretend to be my friends, but I know they're not. This girl, Mandy, can't keep her hands off me. She follows me around in the hall. She sits with me and Marcia at lunch. We tell her to get lost, but she just doesn't get the message.

So I have fans, enemies, and 1 real friend. It's a pretty crazy life here in New York. With all this crazy I got no time on my hands for high school love. Me and Marcia usually go and see tons of those sappy movies. Since neither of us have boyfriends, we just watch the movies to imagine what it would be like. It's pretty dorky, but it's just a strange infatuation.

I rolled myself into bed after I finished my duties. My mind flowed through things I could have forgot. No, no, I have it all. Books, pencils, papers. Tomorrow im going to start off fresh, a new school year. Maybe I can get some people to believe that I'm not actually a bitch. Maybe get a boyfriend. That would be so wonderful. Long nights away away from this lonely place. Some place where we could both go. Just to be away from the world. He would be someone who I could tell all my secrets. I could blabber on about my troubles and problems. Then I would listen to him, eagerly and intently.

***Its a little boring a first....but please understand that it does get a whole lot more interesting. It looks predictable now, but I do have a pretty weird twist.***