Daydreaming with Reality

Prologue

*Authors Note-. Hi, this is my first time attempting to write a book on Wattpad. I would really appreciate any suggestions, questions, or comments on my book. Thank you for reading. I hope you like it. :)*

Jessamine's POV

Have you ever had an experience that shook you to the core, but when you stood up, you could see clearer than before? I have. I should probably explain. My name is Jessamine Rose. I am currently 17 years old, and last year, I gained perspective on my life.

Growing up, I was always close to my parents, both of them. I know it's rare, but they were two of the best people I have ever known. My mother, Elizabeth Rose, was a fashionable 37 year old, who worked as a manager of a popular clothing boutique in California. My father, Oliver Rose, was the CEO of a major company in California. They were a power couple, everything others strove to be, successful, smart, and satisfied with their life. We lived in Santa Cruz, California, in a modest house 15 minutes away by foot to the beach. That was one thing about my parents, they never flaunted wealth. We had a house with a great location, but it wasn't a mansion, even though my parents could afford one.

They also never enrolled me in a Private School, claiming that I needed to experience the social structure of a public school. I never minded that because Public school gave me a sense of normality and comfort. I had some friends and was considered popular, but I had never connected with anyone. I guess when you try to be a different person so that you won't be rejected, you can't really like the people who surround you. My closest friend was Zoe, but she never got close to breaking down the walls of who I pretend to be. She welcomed me and showed me around the school when I first moved to California. She offered me a seat at her table, and that was it. I had completely sold my personality for a spot with the "cool kids".

The only people who saw who I truly was were my parents. I could be as goofy as I wanted around them. There was no pressure of rejection. They would love me regardless of who I became. As an only child, I never had siblings who I could talk to about problems that I couldn't talk with my parents about, so I really had no one to go to but them. I guess that is why I talked to them about anything and everything under the stars.

You know when people say that you have a different personality when you are surrounded by different people? In my case, that explains it perfectly. At school, I did all that I could do to fit in, making demeaning jokes to gain approval and watching my "so-called friends" bully others around them. At home, I was kind and true. I liked who I was at home, without the defenses of my fake persona. If only I could have someone to be real with, outside my family. Now wouldn't that be nice.

Shawn's POV

Here's the thing that most people don't understand. Boys can be shy too. When I first moved to Seaside, Oregon, I was just entering freshman year of high school. If you have been to high school, you know that 1) it monumentally sucks and 2) people do not care about anything but their own image. Sticking to this, going into a new town at the beginning of high school where people were so cliquey that they ignored anything outside of their crowd, I didn't make any friends. I'm one of those kids that sits in the back of the class, not to be disruptive, but to fly under the radar. Soon, I became known as the loner. Every school has one, a person who doesn't engage with others. Everyone knows of them, but they don't talk to them because of the stupid stigma. That's me. I would rather be alone than have fake friends though, and as you are well aware, high school is full of fakers. There are the girls who pretend to be best friends and talk horribly about the other as soon as they turn the corner, the boys who pretend to be upstanding men in society to get in a girl's bed, the people who pretend to have the same interests as others because it is "socially acceptable". I think that is a load of bologna.

I guess I am a bit cynical on the matter because I have never even had the chance to pretend to be someone else. I have never even said hi to anyone at this high school, except a teacher when I had to go in after school for an assignment. This is after two years of attending this high school. I mean, I know people know who I am, but I don't know what they think of me. Sometimes I don't care, but other times, I bask in my loneliness for too long and feel the emptiness of missing a companion. If only there were a person who could walk into my life and change that. Now wouldn't that be nice.