Birthday Wish//discountinued

Chapter Two: The new guy's mentor is Shakespeare's descendant

Chapter Two: The new guy's mentor is Shakespeare's descendant

You know what's one of the reasons why I hate my birthday? They happen on school days. You know why? because with a birthday that celebrated a death anniversary, which is, in my opinion, ironic, you get pitiful looks. Even I see the overdressed and basically-wearing-nothing kind of people give me those.

I wasn't the type of girl who thinks by wearing expensive things could get me things that I wanted, or by telling everyone that my family owns the biggest company in New York. I was the shy type, who gets names like nerd or geek just because I get A's, although, as Savannah says, quote, I was too beautiful to be a nerd. I swear, when she said that, I fought the urge to tell her that not all nerds wear things like glasses and braces and all nerds are definitely not ugly.

What they didn't know is that I don't care about a thing they say. I could just make the principal expel them from this school for bullying me, but, of course, I wouldn't do that.

 I'm really glad that no one ever bothers to remember my birthday. The day went by like the usual; long, boring, tiring hours of just listening to lectures of teachers.

I plopped down the sofa and sighed. Jenna appeared in front of me with a smile and a piece of chocolate cake from earlier that has a lighted candle on top, along with strawberry shake. I smiled at her warmly and took the tray that she held up into my room.

The familiar vanilla scent from my perfume still lingers in my room. I turned the lights on and set the tray at my table while taking my blanket to the balcony, our family picture and the tray of food. Squatting, I picked up the picture and started rubbing it, imagining how it felt to feel their warmth again.

A tear quickly stained my face. Trying to stop it, it only began to stream more and more. "I just wish my life could be happy again. I wish my life changes for the better." I sobbed as the wind howled against my skin making goosebumps all over my arms and feet, while simultaneously blowing the candle's light off. I scooted the blanket and wrapped it around me.

I jabbed a large piece of cake and hogging it." Uhhmm.." I moaned at the delicious savory feeling of chocolate against my tongue. Stress eating always helps.

The sunlight blinded my eyes as my eyes fluttered open."Shit!" I cursed at the sun while blocking it with my hand. I looked over to my left and the strawberry shake was still there, untouched.

After 20 minutes of taking a bath and changing into a shirt and wore my jacket, skinny jeans and paired up with my black converse. I grabbed the dishes and my bag along with my car keys down to the kitchen.

I skipped breakfast and headed to school. Just as my locker door slammed shut, someone bumped over me, sending my books flying to different directions.

"Sorry." I heard him mutter.

I rushed to get my books up to me. I looked up and saw a guy. He gave me a look that either meant he was pissed that I got in his way or just felt awkward with the situation.

He wasn't really familiar to me but I didn't really examine him because I was running late.

He hesitated first if he would help me or not but he bent and picked up my other stuff. I mutter a small "thanks" to him.

"Okay, class. We have a new transfer student today. I want you to meet Alex Sanders." As if on cue, the door dramatically opened, revealing the new transfer. You see, our teacher, Ms. Shakespeare (I know. She had us convinced that she'd be called by that), loves drama. Don't even get me started with her long tragic story.

I didn't really see the guy until he spoke. "Uhm... Hi, the name's Alex Sanders and I came from Southern California."

He had blonde hair, lean and broad shoulders, he's not really smiling but I know that he has dimples. From his actions and the limited words that comes out of his mouth, I could tell that he is also the silent type.