Average in hopes

Love Unheard

Hey guys, Im just trying this whole writing a story and posting it online thing.

Sorry about my grammar! :/

But this is just a on the spot thing and kinda goes with the types of story I like so... yeah if you don't like it... sorry!!

Why me?

Why couldn't I be one of those extremely smart, pretty, athletic, good at everything type of girls? Why couldn't I come with everything good in one package? Is it really fair that some girls have it all while me, well i'm a different case...

I stared into the mirror. All I saw was an average height girl. With bouncy thick brown hair, soft brown eyes and white-ish teeth.Sure she was not exactly 'ugly' but she was just so plain. Not the quiet pretty kind of plain-no not at all! She was the glance at once and never look back at , type of girl. The girl in the mirror, smiled. But regained her frowning complexion. Her smile was just so, so, Euegh!

Now now. I am not going to bore you with the typical, stupid girl, thinks she isn’t pretty, but really is. Stupid girl dresses up for guy and makes him fall in love. Stupid girl doesn’t realize boy loves her even with the obvious signs. Stupid girl finds out boy loves her. Stupid girl can’t decide whether to love him back. Stupid girl feels stupid.

No, I am a hopeless young case who has never experienced love, let alone been hugged by a guy. I am currently 17 years old and till now waiting for the day to be swept off my feet. I believe in love. I really do, its just that I don’t believe anyone has every felt it for me. And no. I am not hopeless at deciphering the signs of love. But it’s just that every once in a while, when I feel like I have been registered with interest, I know it’s too good to be true. Because the boy never even asks me out. So there flies my self esteem, out the window.

That’s me. The 17 year old, who before she knows it will be forced to have an arranged marriage because no guy would hug her let alone fall in love with her.[ not including her father or brother.].

“Airie wake up! NOW!” My father's commanding voice was enough to make me jump into awake mode.

I leaped out of bed into auto routine mode. Time to get ready. I brushed my teeth [yes I am one of those people who brushes before eating breakfast, no need to judge!], went and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a frilly pink top. I am not over the top girly, but I do like things with frills, they are just so… frilly….

I quickly checked my reflection. Yup. No difference, still boring old Airie.

By the way who gets a name like that? Airie? It sounds like someone exclaiming about a fart! I gulp down a heavy breakfast [I must, my mother forces me to] and rush out the door.

The removal van  slowly backed out of our neighbors house. Out go the Doneers and in come the Blakes. The only information I know about the Blakes is that they consist of one father, a mother, a little girl and two guys one of them being about my age.

I stare at the open door of the house next door and wait for the first sign of life. Soon voices pour out of the house and that’s when I remember. School!

The rest of the journey was a tiring sprint to school. Of course by the time I reached school, I had gone from looking like a girl, to well a pig.

I quickly walked up to my locker and collected my books. “ Been exercising to remove those lumps of fat, Airie?” I whipped my head around and found myself looking at two bright green eyes. Immediately my day worsened. Queen bee and her typical brainless followers surrounded me.

“Hey there Ciara. I may have the extra fat on me but that can be burnt off. But your face, im sorry darling,is a serious case of permanent ugly." 

“Do Not Call Me Darling. And I am not UGLY! Just because you never got a guy doesn’t mean you have the right to be such a prat about others looks. And you aren’t one to judge either…” She said with an evil smile, looking me up and down.

On the outside I forced a smile to creep up my face. But in the deep, dark depths of my heart. I felt a crack. She was right. I had no guy, who was I to judge? Even my well not that good-looking friend had been asked out before. Oh my god. Ciara is right. I really am a prat, how can I think such a thing about my friend?

I quickly returned to the situation before me. Ciara and her cronies had sauntered away, skirts and mini shorts riding up dangerously high, leaving a sickeningly sweet aroma of perfume. I noticed the amount of stares I was receiving from people and quickly walked away, holding my head up high. I pondered over what she had said. Of course I am not the perfect model type material! But that doesn’t mean I am fat! She was the one who started the whole argument in the first place! However by now my mind had started to wander. When would I ever find Mr. Perfect? 

Yeah thats the first chapter. Im not going to do the whole writer's blog thing in the middle, [I find that kinda annoying] just expect about a sentence from me everytime:)