Chapter 1:
Blare POV
“I love him.... I love him not..... I love him..... I love him not” I said as I picked the petals off of the daisy I was holding. You see I am in a dilemma, my boyfriend of 1 year claims that he loves me but I don’t know if I feel the same way. I mean, I’m the school’s party girl, the one who is badass, does things her way, and flirts around. If I tell him that I love him and people find out, then my social status might go down and I might lose my reign of power. I know what you’re thinking, this girl has no heart right... but I do have a heart, it’s just that it was torn apart by too many memories and too many haunting thoughts. My name is Blare, Blare Comen Simmons, born and raised in Chicago and now fostered in California. You heard that right, I am fostered....my parents died in a car accident when I was 13 and since then I have been passed around by many foster families. It’s not that I’m difficult to manage but it’s the fact that I’m too spontaneous for them. If I decide to dye my hair red, I do it. And there’s no reason why you should get mad at me or tell me to change it. You are not my mom or dad... my parents are dead and I speak for them, when I change my hair.
“Hey Samantha, is it possible, you know, to see if you love someone by picking the petals of a flower?” I asked my friend Samantha.
“No. It’s not, all you’re doing is hurting that poor flower that probably has heart and is slowly crying because of the way you are torturing it” she said while chipping her nail polish.
“Hahaha...Very Funny apple bunny” I said. What was I thinking saying that? Am I retarded? I probably have to bounce up and down on my head to get rid of the crap that’s in there. Whatever we’ve finally reached school. Home Sweet Home...not. Welcome to where I terrorize my fellow peers and teachers. Noo jk. I don’t actually do that, it’s just that people like to assume that popular girls are mean and ya know I’m popular not to toot my horn or anything.
When I walk into school and this is where I stay for everybody stops and is staring in my way. I got my book bag and heading to my locker. I have my boyfriend waiting on me and everybody gets a jealous. Yeah! I’m sexxxy and I know ittt. Sorry I just had to, cause I love that song plus I love to sing although no one knows about it, absolutely no one. Literally, when I walk into the school hallway, it’s like an ocean of students just part on both sides and I’m left in the middle trying to act all cool.
“Step..Step..Wave...Laugh...Breathe....Flirt...Wave....Anticipate Boyfriends Hug/Shove” I kept repeating to myself as I walked down the never ending hallway. Just as I got to my locker, my boyfriend decided to man shove me without noticing that I had my makeup and hair all specially done for this ever so gracious school day. Today was the day that I Blare Simmons was going to try out for theatre. Ugh. Just the name gives me a headache. I was given a dare by some random bloke named Jake and now I must fulfil it, no arguments or he will tell everyone my deepest darkest secret...that I’m fostered. You must be wondering...hmm how does a random bloke by the name of Jake know her deepest darkest secret? Well, Jake is technically my foster brother because once we were both assigned to the same house and kind of grew up together until we both got kicked out for doing something terrible.
“Hey boo “I said trying to sound like I wasn’t having a fucked up life at the moment. Yes I call my boyfriend boo because we met at a carnival and he scared the shit out of me.
“Hey, so about what I said yesterday.... Um you don’t have to say it back until you’re ready.... I’ll wait for you” said my cute looking boyfriend shuffling his feet.
And at that moment I knew that I loved him and I had loved him for a very long time but I decided that I would say it when we were on our next date not in the middle of a crowded school hallway.
“Yeah, cool, I think I might surprise you today” I said looking into his eyes. He stared back at me with the same intensity that my own captivating eyes held and we continued to hold our gaze until the bell rang.
Briiiiinnnnnnggggg. Ugh. What a imperfect way to end a perfect gaze, my life ladies and gentlemen.
I sighed and walked hand in hand with my boyfriend to science. We chatted along the way and made it into the classroom to find out that our science teacher Mr. Paulson wasn’t there. In his place was........
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Bah Bah Bah Bum Sorry for the cliff-hanger but this is my first story that I’m starting and honestly, I was just getting a little tired of writing while being sick. I don’t like sickness it hurts like a bitch honestly if I were sickness I would give myself a kick in the ass for being a bitch. Anways comment and favoraite and like and whatnot’s and whooseit’s. I do want to do a question answer thing so if you are interested ask me a question. That’s it now my stallions you may ride of into the sunset wit yo rainbow colored ponies and your nyan cats.
Bye
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