As A Cliché: A Short Story

Day 1

Ok first things first everyone, this is NOT my diary, it's just my life on paper ok? Ok so it's a tiny bit like a diary, but still.

This is my story of how I discovered and tried to change how cliche I was, at least that's what I thought I was, a basic white girl who indulged in coffee and Nutella which I do but still.

I thought that just because I did ordinary things, I was ordinary myself. I thought I needed someone wild and spontaneous to help me, when really I didn't need help.

As you read and relive my last three years of high school, just remember sometimes the only thing you need to be happy is a cheesy cliche totally corny and ridiculous story.
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"You're coming with me" I demanded, taking Jaxson by the wrist and dragging him away from all of his athletic friends.

"We're skipping" I stated firmly, leaving no room for questions.

"Wait, why? You never skip."

I huffed in annoyance and I stomped my foot, recalling Dylan's true and somewhat hurtful words.

"Because I want too, now come on." I kept walking through the parking lot of Albany High.

"Ok, we are not going to Panera Bread, Starbucks, or any other cliche place ok? We are going to go to your mums bakery and help bake things!" I ticked off places not to go on my fingers, finally deciding Grace's Bakery was a safe haven.

"Wait. is baking cliche?" I asked as I got into the passenger seat of Jax's black Range Rover.

Jax slid into his own seat and turned to me as I finished talking.

"If you're done speaking may I ask where all of this is coming from?"

I waved my hand dismissively and buckled my seat belt. I really wasn't in the mood for a heart to heart talk.

"Drive foolish peasant" I told him, using my highly pronounced posh accent.

Jax just rolled his eyes and jabbed the key in the ignition.

We drove out of the parking lot without any conversation which I thought was fantastic. The less he knows about this, the less he'll try to interfere with it. Great now I'm talking to myself, we sound like an insane person.

"We aren't even talking aloud." the words slipped out of my mouth as I had a conversation with my inner dialogue.

"You're correct, we aren't talking. Very good Katie."

Thank goodness he thinks I was talking to him, he would've truly thought I was crazy, I mean I'm sure he's had suspicious thoughts of it but, I've never shown true signs of insanity have I?

"Shut up." I grumbled and pouted, looking out my window.

We made it to the strip mall that had Jax's moms bakery on the end, but it also had my beloved Starbucks and Panera bread across the street.

I stared longingly at the apparently 'cliche white girl hangout', craving an amazing roasted vanilla bean and mocha iced expresso from Starbucks along with a cinnamon coffee crumble cake from Panera Bread.

"Do you want to get coffee?" I heard Jax's distracted voice ask me.

I looked at him, trying to scold him for being a good best friend and shook my head.

"Remember I can't go there." I sulked as we parked in a small space near the doors of the bakery.

"Why not, you love going there?" Jax's pressured me.

I just slipped out of the car and started my way towards the doors, completely ignoring Jax.

"How is it clicheeeee!" Jax groaned and ran after me like a small child, when actually I was the one acting like a kid.