August 19th and 20th, 2012

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by _ilovechocolate

by _ilovechocolate

August 19th, 2012

Tomorrow is the first day of my senior year, and I am pretty nervous about it. I'm not sure why though.. It's not like I have anyone to impress there. Well, I do, but he doesn't know that I am in existence. His name is Henry Frith. I swear he is a walking angel on earth. I just know that he was sent from Heaven to mock every girl that can't have him, and it's complete and utter torture. He has dark brown hair that swoops slightly to the right side of his head. He is constantly flipping it and checking to make sure it meets his "pretty boy standards" (but that's ok, because he looks so seductive when he does it). His eyes are a ravishing green color that are always beaming with joy. His eyelashes are rather lengthy, (a lot longer that mine.) Lets not forget his body. He looks like Channing Tatum's twin, no lie! He is toned all over, and so tan. I only know this because my junior year of high school, I would stay after school thirty extra minutes to watch the boys start soccer practice. I would always fantasize about being Henry's girlfriend, but that all ended when I saw him run up to see his extremely ravishing girlfriend, Megan. Well, it didn't end because I still fantasize about him, but he doesn't have to know about that. Megan and Henry are still together, and have been ever since sophomore year. Even though I cant have him, sometimes I wish we could just be friends. The best of friends. I gotta get him to notice me first (ha! like that'll ever happen). Maybe senior year will be different. Maybe some of the people there will take their nose out of the air for one second and realize we are all the same. There I go again will my excessive fantasizing. And plus, who am I kidding? I know that these people will never change. Gotta love the Cali life.

SINCERELY, LYD <3

August 20th, 2012

The first day of my senior year is over, and it was a lot better than I thought it would be. To start of with, when I walked in the front doors, I looked at the main school clock to discover I was already a few minutes late for my first class. I looked down at my schedule and saw that I had English with Mr. Rooney. I was power walking down the halls trying to find his room. A couple minutes later, I finally found it. I took a brief pause to calm down before walking in. When I opened the door, everyone got motionless and quiet. I looked at the room full of my senior class and saw one face. Henry's. My heart strarted racing. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. Mr. Rooney asked my name and why I was late. I told him I had been looking for the classroom because I had a hard time finding it. Without saying a word, he pointed to a seat in the very front of the classroom. My stomach turned in knots as I approached the seat. I sat down and waited for the bell to dismiss us. Second period was math, and I wasn't late for that one so I got a seat in the back. It was your typical boring math class, and it passed by very quickly. Third and fourth period was Science and Home Economics. The same teacher, Mrs. Hart, taught both classes so we stayed in the same classroom. She was my favorite so far. A very sweet and soft-spoken woman. That's why I liked her so much. Lunch time couldn't have arrived fast enough, I was starving! I followed the awful smell of what seemed to be dog food, to the cafeteria. It was meatloaf and some type of mystery beans, so it was close enough to dog food. I decided to skip lunch and go outside. As i approached a spot to sit, a tall, very slender boy with bright blond hair walked up to me. I hadn't ever saw him at this school.

"Hi! I'm Jonathon. I'm new here." he said happily.

"Hi Jonathon, I'm Lydia." I said back. It was nice knowing someone wanted to talk to me.

We got to talking about our classes we had after lunch. We both had World History and Shop. Jonathon was nice. He was definitely not the popular, stuck up type, which made me like him even more. He was MY type. But, he made me think about how Henry was the popular type. I couldn't get my mind off of him. We talked the rest of the lunch hour and even walked to our classes with each other. Ms. Blakeman and Mr. Thatcher were the teachers. The classes went by very quickly with Jonathon to talk to. I was happy I had finally made a friend.

Instead of staying after school and watching the boys soccer team practice, I gave Jonathon a ride home. It was time for me to stop fantasizing and enjoy the friend I made today.

SINCERELY, LYD <3