Relationship in progress

Chapter one

August 25, 2014:
I woke up to my alarm clock screaming at the tops of its lungs attempting to wake me up at the crack of Satan's ass. I got out of bed dreading the first day of high school. I grabbed my phone to check any messages from friends, and got none again, like every single morning since eighth grade ended. I thought they all forgot about me, and I was starting to get clarification on it.

I put my phone down and dragged myself to my personal restroom, which is probably the only thing great about living with my mom and step dad. I looked in the mirror at myself and noticed dark circles under my eyes due to my anxiety keeping me up until 2:38 in the morning. I never really thought much or myself. I mean I was average. I turned around to face my shower and turned it on. I removed my pajamas, an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts. I creeped in the shower after testing the water temperature. I stood in the shower for five minutes doing nothing until feeling it was appropriate to do what I came in here to do. I grabbed my shampoo and squeezed the last bit out and lathered it in my hair. I washed my body and shaved my legs for the special event.

I lurked in my closet to see what it had to offer me to wear today. I picked out a pair of black jeans and a Walk the Moon shirt from a concert earlier that year that I went to. I walked over to my restroom and started my morning makeup routine that I had been doing since seventh grade. Thankfully I knew the proper way to apply it unlike the girls from middle school who painted too many layers of black mascara on. Trust me I had the same phase but it went away quickly. I brushed my teeth and washed my five hours of sleep away before applying and makeup.

I prepared my school supplies and everything I needed last night about 12 times before actually stopping and convincing myself everything was ready for the next day. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen where I found my mom making her lunch and mine before giving me a kiss and giving me a good luck. She was out the door by 7:40 and I was drinking my breakfast smoothie for the day. I watched Friends for awhile before noticing the time on the DVR. It read 7:55 and I was out the door by 7:58. My house was three blocks away so I loved the morning walks to school, except when it was raining.

I stood outside the place where hopefully my journey would begin. I opened the door a walked in. I looked at my schedule and tried to locate my locker. I found it with the help from an art teacher. I opened it with the combination I was given. I put my books in and all the little things I needed such as a small mirror, extra package of lined paper, and extra box of pencils and lady items that was essential for me. I looked at my watch that was given to me by my late grandma and saw that I had 25 minutes until class started. I decided to walk to the library and set up a pass to use during lunch and free periods. I sat down on one of the couches provided for the bookworms and waited.

The bell rung a total of five times and I nervously tiptoed to my first period... Pre-AP English. I loved writing with my heart and soul and it was my only way to happiness. I sat down to my assigned seat I was given by my teacher, Mr. Jacobson. I glanced around the classroom and noticed some friends from middle school. They all looked different and I felt so secluded from everyone. A pang of disappointment ran through my body as I realized they weren't my true friends and that I had no one. I took out a pencil, red pen, my phone and my journal I had dedicated to this one subject, a normal black composition journal.

"Ok settle down everyone, the bell has rung," Mr. Jacobson said as everyone scurried to their assigned seats. He continued,"so welcome to high school everyone. I'm Mr. Jacobson and I can't wait to see what you guys have to offer me this school year. For some reason I have a feeling some of you will become amazing writers and learn how to let go and let the stroke of your pencil take you away. So let's begin," he said.

I made it through the next three periods and it was finally time for lunch. I quickly walked to the library excited for my food that had been yelping my name for the past three hours. I took out my salad and my sweet tea. I opened Looking For Alaska by John Green and began reading it for the seventh thousandth time while I ate.

I was turning the page of 129 when the door opened with a click by a student. I didn't look up until I felt the table move as a person was being seated across from me. I looked up away from my book and was met with a pair of hazel orbs looking straight at me.

"What is a pretty girl doing in the library reading alone?" He finally spoke to me.

I lost my voice, he was something magical. Never have I ever seen such a handsome boy sitting so close to me, and even better he was talking to me. I couldn't beli-

"cat caught your tongue? Are you ok?" The boy interrupted my thoughts.

"I'm fine. I'm actually trying to seek a great perhaps," I spoke confidently. I had no idea where it came from but for some reason it felt so comfortable to talk to him. Once I looked passed his features he was a cool guy.

"Ahh the wonderful John Green," he responded.

"I'm impressed by your knowledge of the book. You read his books?" I asked.

"That great novel in your hands is the only one I can tolerate other than An Abundance of Katherines" he said.

We talked the whole 30 minutes about books and introduced ourselves. His name was James and he was from Oregon. He moved to Texas because of his mom, who was a doctor.

I finished the day not one bit worried about the next ten months I had left.

I happily waltzed over to my locker and got my things. I was putting my homework in my binder when someone jumped up behind me and scared me.

"Why hello!" I said after recovering from the frightening scare.

"Hey sorry to scare you, but I was wondering if it was ok if I walked you home. It's ok if you're totally freaked out I can just go. Yeah you know never mind, sorry for asking. Ugh I'm so weir-"

"No, no it's fine. I would really enjoy being walked home. Your fine, just give me a minute I need to go talk to my music teacher," I said.

"Um ok, awesome I'll go with you" he said. "I didn't know you were in choir, I am too. I actually love music," he said as we walked to the classroom.

"A boy of my dreams," I said out loud accidentally.

"Well thank you," he smirked.

"Sorry, forget I said that," I responded quickly.

After we left the school, he walked with my to my house and we talked about our favorite artists and bands. He loved everything I loved and he was so funny. I said goodbye when we got to my house. He gave me a hug and we exchanged numbers. I walked through the door, closed it and smiled. Wow this is gonna be an exciting year.

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Hey my name is Zoe and this story is probably one of the most productive stories I've ever had. Please vote and share this story. I will try to update soon.⚓️🌹💙