Waiting For the Kill

Wind blowing my hair out of my face as I ran down the alley panicked at what is chasing me. I didn't dare turn to see it's bright evil green eyes. I stumbled over trash and fell.

Footsteps soon seemed to be right next to my ear. I laid there and acted like I had passed out. The footsteps ran away leaving me there. There in the dark, scary place where I thought I would have died.

Let's back up.

My name is Maria and I'm 17. I'm a blonde with green eyes and pearly teeth. I have very low self-esteem issues. When I look at myself I see white trash that has to beg for money for her cheap rag clothes. Reality is I'm seen as the perfect girl.

I'm a cheerleader at Monterey high. I'm smart and popular. Just one thing missing in my picture perfect life. A guy to share it with is all I'm ever going to want. I've never had one before and I really don't think I will. All the other girls hang on the arms of the athletes but I seem to not get it. Squeezing on the arm of a jerk but another term for it is a jock. Cowinky dink? I think not.

People ask me how I handle all this pressure. Honestly I don't. I go home and cry my eyes out. I break when the eyes won't witness my tears. The tears I want someone to wipe off my face and tell me its ok. Some girls want a tiara to have a fairytale life but I want a prince to share my crown with.