Another Cliche Love Story

Chapter 1

Iris

     I always wanted my life to be some sort of fairy tale or like a romance story. I wanted my life to be a cliche love story. But, for some reason, it wasn't really working out so well. I've had two "boyfriends", but I couldn't exactly count either of them. The first was when I was young and we dated for a school day before I realized I wasn't ready to date, so I dumped him. The other only lasted three days and of those three days, I avoided the guy for two of them, so I couldn't exactly count that one either. I guess my expectations of my first boyfriend were a little bit much. I wanted him to be attractive, of course, have a great personality, make me happy, and like me for me. But, in this world, dating was scary. You never knew who was good or bad deep down, only what they allowed us to see. I didn't ever want my relationships to get ruined because of cheating, but I guess it would have to happen if that's what they decided to do.

"Iris!," my best friend, Wendy, exclaimed, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?," I asked.

"I was trying to ask you if you wanted to go shopping at the strip after school, but you were too busy zoning out," she said.

"Sorry, but sure, I'll go. But, what if it rains?," I asked.

"Then we'll be stuck going to the movies," she grinned.

"Oh man, that surely would suck," I joked.

     The bell rang, indicating lunch was over.

"Okay, meet me at the front of the school," she said.

"Will do," I told her.

     I threw my trash away and went to my next class, which was Art.

"Hey Iris," my friend, Adam, smiled.

"Hey Adam," I smiled.

"So, what are you doing after school?," he asked.

"Wendy and I are shopping at the strip and then going to the movies if it starts to rain," I told him.

"Cool," he said.

"Wanna come?," I asked.

"I can't. I have to pick my little sister up from soccer practice after school," he said.

"That sucks, but next time," I said.

"Sure," he smiled.

     We went into the Art classroom, taking a seat with our other friends, Lily and Brady.

"Hey guys," they smiled.

"Hey," we smiled.

     Our Art teacher, Ms. Wilkins, came in not much longer.

"Hi everyone, I didn't really have anything planned for today and I can't seem to find my planner, so just draw in your sketchbooks today," she told us.

     If you couldn't tell, Ms. Wilkins was quite disorganized and a bit frazzled. Anyway, I opened up my sketchbook, putting the finishing touches to the drawing I've been working on a while.

"Iris, that's amazing," Lily said.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"I wish I could draw like you, I have zero art abilities," Brady said.

"Same," Lily and Adam said.

"It's not like I'm Vincent Van Gogh or anything, guys," I giggled.

"Ms. Wilkins!," Lily exclaimed.

"What are you doing?," I asked.

"Showing her you drawing," she said.

"What, you can't do that!," I exclaimed.