Taking a look at who's around you & why they're there is a very important part of life. Unfortunately, you just realize some people suck. -Unknown
It was another day just like any other I've seen before. The clouds were grey, and the weather was nothing special. Although it was awful out, I was enjoying myself in an nice deep sleep, that is, until my mum came in and shook the comfort right out of me. I was awake , and seconds later, my eyes flicked open just to see my dull, lifeless room. My mother had left and I was all alone with nothing but my thoughts and the sound of my breath. I got out of bed and went over to the stairs when my mother shouted "Remember, we have the church picnic today!" Of course, a nice gloomy Saturday morning and I had to go spend time with people who like to talk loudly about "god" with their mouths full of dead pigs and cows. Lovely. I realized that it was actually 11:30, and not breakfast time. I turned around rather slowly, hating the fact that I had to leave, let alone get out of bed, and make an effort today. I sluggishly went over to my room again and looked in my closet. It took me about ten minutes to actually focus and pick out a captain America shirt and a pair of shorts. It was the Fourth of July and I expected that my mother would have expected that I would dress... American. I got dressed then looked at the time, it was already 11:50, so why bother with makeup today. I don't need to impress people I hate from the place I hate. It's not that I hate church, just mine. The people there just smother me with obviously fake love. And love to began with was stupid. But I'm getting off track in my head again, now it's 11:55. Ugh. I went downstairs and inspected the fridge when my mother came down and scold at me, "Skylar, it's noon and we are currently leaving for a cook-out, or have you not notice?" Oh, I've noticed, my mum had on a expensive looking red blouse with blue cotton shorts with her hair and makeup done like a fake reality show star. Maybe I should start calling her snooki. It was clear that she wanted to impress the god lovers, like she always does. I grunted, closed the fridge door, and drugged my feet to the car, getting in back since my brother had taken the front seat. My favorite seat. I would normally fight for that seat, but at least not today. I'm tired. I sat, buckled in, then plugged in my headphones to my iPod, tapping on the shuffle button, and hoping for a good song, when Adams song by blink 182 came on, and it is a good song, so I left it on as I dissected the lyrics in my head, relating to almost every other sentence.
About 5 songs later, we had arrived at the picnic, and I was already sitting on an odd pipe that stretched across the lake, listening to Mayday Parade's Terrible Things. I watched as people arrived, I watched my mother kissing up to the pastor of THEIR church, and it couldn't get any better as watching one of the males jump while sighting a spider on the table. Fun. I was about to get up and get a soda when I noticed these two blonde girls come my way, balancing on the pipe. I kinda hoped that one ( or if I was lucky, both) would fall in the freezing cold lake, but sadly not. Even worse is that they sat only a few feet away from me, I mean seriously? Learn some fucking space! Then my heart raced as they started flailing their arms towards the woods, and out came two (and may I say, attractive) boys, and I recognized the one with black hair as jay, but failed to identify the other.
They walked over to the two older girls and sat down with the least amount of grace I've ever seen. Although I couldn't figure out who the brown haired guy with the "My Space haircut" I felt like I've seen him before. It took a few minutes, but the guy, jay, finally noticed that they weren't alone, and presented a carefree wave at me. I tried to scoot forward so he could see me over the two blonde girls as i waved back, but to only end up falling feet first into the lake. Best day ever, right? It gets worse. As I was struggling to keep my iPod out of the water while keeping my balance, I looked up to see all the kids laughing, all but the brown haired guy. He was too "busy" on his phone to notice, or maybe even care. I hurried out of the water and straight off to the car to cry silently, while everyone had a great time. The brown haired guy now thinks either nothing of me, or thinks of me as a complete fool.
Great.
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When Everything's Lost
RomanceWhat does living mean? To Skylar, it means nothing to live, and you can tell that by the way she meets a boy she hardly knows, and risks her life for him like it's nothing. She may not know what love is, but she feels it. And as she deals with the h...
