Fantasy World

I close my eyes. My arms stretch out into the open, sea air and the balls of my toes balance along the rocks. I allow my other senses take control of my direction and absorb the moment. Peace. No brothers or bitches, just me, me and the beach.

I open my eyes, again, to the horizon. The sun ripples across the flat sea causing streaks of orange and yellow to dance over the waves. Tiny, sailing boats far in the distance glide over the water with the wind. The sea brushes over my toes as it laps the sand in-front, trying desperately to reach the top of the beach and failing. 

I tug at my hair band and let my long, brown locks flow in the wind and smile. This is the only time I have alone to care for only myself. I step down of the rock-pools and walk aimlessly over to a sunny spot on the sand. My hands automatically begin to run the gains through my fingers and swirl around at my finger-tips. I scan the beach for any other lifeforms. As usual there are few. The little kids playing at the front of the sea, trying to run away from the waves, The lady who walks her black Labrador around this time everyday, the fisherman sat on the rocks and his grandson who sometimes tags along, Brayden. 

He goes to my school, Forman High, and he's popular. He hangs around with the pretty, slutty girls and the rude, big-headed lads. He was different though, everyone noticed it, he was never rude or stuck up and he never made it feel like there was a difference between popularity when you were forced to sit with him. He would talk to you as if he wasn't popular. 

Brayden Calder has dark brown, curly hair which he gels up into a sort of wave like everyone else. But, because of his baby curls, it always looks so much better. His light green eyes always sparkle in the light which make them so adorable to look at. His face is soft with beautiful cheek bones and dimples with perfect teeth. He was literally the definition of perfect. This was probably the reason why he is popular. Girls threw themselves at him all the time but surprisingly he was forever turning them down and rolling his eyes, even to Heidi who is the most popular, pretty year 10. 

She dies her hair bleach blonde with pink tips and cakes herself in makeup. Her face is always orange and her lips painted barbie pink, matching her hair. Her eyes are bright blue and stand out because of the black eyeliner surrounding them. Her lashes are long and sticky with clumps of mascara running through them and above she draws on thick, brown eyebrows. 

There is a strict line between popular, normal and nerdy though and everyone knows it. The popular people are the ones that everyone knows, the pretty and fake ones that are rude and badly behaved. then there  are the normal ones, some think they are popular and try and act cool without recognition and others are just normal and get on with things. Most normal people only have a group of friends or one best friend they stay with where as popular people stay in gangs. Then there is the nerds who are geeky and always so polite and compliment teachers. the ones that everyone else asks or the answers from or copy's in most cases. They seem like they never have fun and just do homework.

I stare at Braydon for a while, examining the way he loops the thin wire through the hooks. Every so often he flicks his hair out of his eyes with the shake of his head which causes my heart to miss a beat. All of a sudden, he looks up and makes eye contact with me. I quickly flutter my eyes away and feel the heat on my cheeks. 

If Braydon turned down Heidi , he would never want me. I'm pale and featureless with plain long, brown hair and dimples, plus, I'm normal not popular. Not that I want him, I have never really had a serious relationship, I have only ever kissed a boy. I just think he is beautiful, like everyone else.