Clara Jane
My voice was still thick with sleep as I stretched upon my straw mattress.My parents couldn't afford a real mattress,so they figured they stuffed mine with straw,they said you couldn't tell the difference.
"Another brand new day Clara!"I said to myself strangely enough as I was sure no one else did but my future husband might find that cute and a notable trait,so I do it every morning.
Rolling out of bed and into the bathroom I take a good look at myself.
I have lifeless brown hair like my soul and light brown eyes,hidden behind my dark colossal whopping size glasses.Boys are too blind to see behind them that I'm actually very pretty,frames apparently obstruct their vision.
Pulling my hair into a messy bun because its the only hairstyle that is legal in a geek's life and brushing my teeth I pulled out my makeup bag and started on make up.
I enjoy minimal makeup so I went ahead and caked on an entire face of orange foundation alongside with bright highlight and intense contouring.After that I went ahead and added smokey teal eye shadow with a pop of iridescent glitter.Stack on the neon blush and slather on the blue lipstick,I'm done.
But five minutes later I smear my makeup all over my clothes.So I just wipe it all off and pretend I didn't even do makeup at all.
Heading downstairs to the small kitchen I greeted my deaf and mute father. He kissed me and passed me breakfast, a cup of tap water
and half a pea.
I was so hungry today, food is life.
I thank him and hugged him as my preteen brother, Benji , who one day will be the unspoken relative that will embarrass you in front of your potential crush slash boyfriend came into the kitchen.
"What's up biatch?!"Benji greeted chugging down milk straight from the carton. I sighed, this was my family! Me, dad and Benji.
Mom passed away a few years ago during a freak cow accident during a trip to my cousin's farm.Dad raised us since, and we now live in a bankrupting corn farm.
I cannot even remember her face anymore, because all my memories of my mum have vanished as I was in a coma for a day but got discharged the next day.
I studied at Watercress High school which was twenty miles away, I drove there every morning in my dad's pickup truck. Benji didn't go to school, dad couldn't afford it so Benji just slouches around, while as I won a scholarship a few years back. I also take on forty different odd jobs to support my family.
No one finds it odd that a eighteen year old girl has to take on forty different jobs at all.
It is absolutely exhausting sometimes to go to school AND dress up as a burger for BurgerKing but I tell no one because it is my responsibility to bear everything on my shoulders.
In every loser girl's difficult, pitiful life ever there is also an unrequited love.
It could be the boy next door where you have been friends with since babies or before you were even born or your long lost cousin or even your uncle.
That unrequited love happened to be the boy across the street. Dylan Ashwin.
But I am too blind to even remotely know of his forever crush as I am not sensible to people who actually treat me nice.
The doorbell rang and I padded across, Dylan was on the threshold.Dylan was very handsome, he had a cute boyish grin and messy sandy blond hair, he also had dark grey eyes.
Many girls crushed on Dylan but to me he's always my older brother from another mother.
"Hey gorgeous."Dylan breathed raking a hand through his golden hair.
"Hey bro!"I squealed delighted to see him. It was just for a moment but I saw it,a light of disappointment apparent in his grey eyes, but it was just for a moment. I must have imagined it.
"Ready to go?"He asked.
"One sec-"I ran upstairs and grabbed my beaten down bag that I had for ten years, slipped into sneakers, grabbed my dad's keys, hugged Benji who squirmed appallingly and ran into Dylan giving him a hug as well.
I was happy to be on this earth despite my tragic lifestyle and burden I bear.
And also not give Dylan any wrong signals or apprehended hope that I might like him which will end in heartbreak as I do not.
Girly giggles.
YOU ARE READING
Every shy girl and conceited player slash bad boy story ever.
Romance*This is meant to be a gag.I do for the record write like this.* My name is Clara Jane Oddman. There are about a thousand other students named Clara in my school but they're not as quiet as me. I have two best friends in the entire world that I woul...
