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Dedication to Olivia_Hegarty thank you so much for voting! It means a lot!:)<3
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Hi I’m just your ordinary girl – well maybe a little bit different.
My name is Sally and I am 16 years old and this is the story of my life...
Shivering, cold and wet I stand waiting for the bus, everyone else are in groups and I’m here stood all by myself - like a lemon! I always wonder what’s wrong with me... I have dreams just like everyone else, but I just can’t grasp what they don’t like about me? At school we have a uniform; Black blazer, white blouse, black trousers or a skirt, black shoes, black socks, and a tie. All the other girls wear skirts (in reality it looks more like a belt!) but me? I wear trousers, is that maybe why they don’t like me? And laugh every time I walk past, maybe they push me over because of the way I look? I knew from the start I wouldn’t ever fit in with this school. All the teachers are really nice to me, most of the students are cruel to them, and I try to make friends but it’s just not worth it. No one likes me here. That’s all there is to say I suppose. It’s hard for me because I have moved country. I don’t want to be fake and have fake friends, all I want is to be in reality and have real friends. Will I ever fit in?
I’m 5’ 5” tall, long light brown hair, faint freckles along my nose and cheekbones, I have my ears pierced (two sets in each ear), I’m quite slim, just like any other girl I am into boys even though at my new school most (I say most... I mean all) of them hate me… I love art and I’m taking it for a GCSE.
Life was fine, perfect in fact, couldn’t get any better! Until today…
It was an average day at school and raining – as always! It was my favourite lesson (art obviously) but suddenly the atmosphere changed from overwhelmed students impatiently waiting to rush in class, to a staggering choas of students flailing their arms wildly as the fire alarm went off, so disappointingly our lesson was cancelled. It was fascinating how quick the atmosphere changed; it was like a quick flicker of a switch! I rushed to the fire assembly point and ran with the crowd, clutching hold of my bag (perfect oppotunity for some kid to get their hands on stuff - especially money and valuables!) Kids were screaming and weeping because they got worried, all the ‘popular’ girls ran out of the gates as I saw in the corner of my eyes, I knew I should’ve told someone, anyone who’d listen! But then again no one talks to me at school. We all thought it was something serious, but it was just the ‘popular’ group who were messing around and just wanted to skip their lessons. I got so agitated and angry, I was just wallowing in self-pity, I should’ve known it was them mucking around. I get very paranoid – and very quickly. However Dylan came and stood next to me, at first I thought it was a joke. Dylan would never ever even look at me, so why is he standing next to me? I thought to myself but by this time Dylan had moved away I suppose he just wanted to cut the queue and get to break first. As I sit down I hear someone call my name.
‘Sally Hinsoon!’ The voice screeched in my ear echoing, whirling around in my head.
‘Er. Yeah?’ I reply quietly raising my hand and looking around the canteen.
‘Hi, I’m Dylan.’ A figure emerged sticking out his hand for me to shake.
I politely accept it. ‘I know, I hear about you... all the time…’ I smile almost half-heartedly.
‘Dylan Kurtson, just if you didn’t know my last name.’
‘Like I said, I hear your name enough times.’ I said frowning.
I start to think to myself… Sally get a grip! This is a joke! Dylan won’t like you! You’re absolutely bonkers!
‘Uhhm.. Sally? Are you okay? You’ve gone really pale.’ Dylan asked as I projectile vomit all across the table – luckily it didn’t get him as he quickly got up and ran around to see if he could help me. I could hear the screams of the girls as they rush out of the canteen and to their next lesson, the smell of vomit surrounding me, everyone has left the canteen. It’s just me and Dylan alone. He gives me his hand and helps me up, I push away and try to fidget out of his strong firm grip, I’m helpless he’s too strong. Gazing into my eyes he whispers something in my ear.
‘I have never felt this way about someone before.’ I hear his voice tremble.
I blush and manage to squirm away I smile at him, he smiles back, we’re like a mirror.
Sally! Don’t blow your chance now! Stop it! Just stop it!
I manoeuvre to the left of him; I grab hold of my bag say thank you and leave. After that I went straight home. Maybe Dylan does have feelings for me after all.
As I walk into the house I hear my mum already start to lecture me about being 5 minutes late for lunch. I refuse to eat and trot up to my bedroom without hesitation I have a shower, slip into my pyjamas and drift slowly off to sleep…
