Be.you.tiful

Typical

    You know those typical stories that end with the girl getting the guy or the girl getting her heart ripped out (still beating) or even the ones where she turns into a vampire... Let me assure you only one of those is true.
        My name's June. I know, heck of a name right? This is about me and about how my brain and heart couldn't decide on a simple answer. I'm in my teenage years (15.)  I know you all would be expecting me to be texting my friends, crying hysterically that I just went
through The most traumatic experience of my life. That is as stupid and as thoughtless as guys. Before you go off on me I have the right to act like a feminist for a few seconds so live through it. First I would like to point out that "men" wouldn't exist without us. So why do they get all the credit? I don't know. I believe girls can do anything guys can do. So why do we have to sit around waiting for them to ask us out? All these questions are like the theory we evolved from fish... No one knows.
        Chapter 2: getting into my story
       There's this guy... I kinda fell in love with him. By love I mean stalking his Instagram and everything he does:/*tear.... His name is Dylan. Perfect jawline, dirty blond hair, tan, blue eyes, and a six pac with a side of muscles (the way I like it) he had this way of talking... It makes me want to scream,cry, and kiss his stupid face all in one motion (I know it seems like I have so much courage but I don't) but yet you get butterflies and they stay there fluttering around with all their horror and they don't go away until you forget about him...but the trick is... You can't forget about him. He's like the everyday Luke Hemmings. I've known Dylan since kindergarten. He was always there for me through everything. I got picked on a lot for being different. That's the thing with this generation they pick on people who stand out...who can make a change.  Dylan made me realize it's better to be yourself then to try to fit in because no ones stunning or perfect, we all have our flaws. But like every good story it all ended. He shot his way to the top and I faintly floated down
       Chapter 3: brain vs heart
      My heart says " I want you to be mine. I want to watch a horrible movie with you while our hands touch because we both reached for the popcorn." My brain
says " steer clear. He's bad news. He's not the same." Why can my life be simple? Answer: it's my life;-; This feels like my heart just sucker punched my brain then closed lined it and it's down to the final countdown...will brain give in? 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10 DING DING DING!!! THE HEART HAS DONE IT HES WON THE MATCH!!!!!
Reporters anxiously rush to interview the heart "who would you like to thank for your win today heart?" Heart says " I would like to thank the always confusing FEELINGS!!!!
       Chapter 4: 0 to 100
      News flash I'm still falling for Dylan!!! (Not really news, but hey) I've hit rock bottom. When you think your life sucks just read this. Why do I say this? Answer: I have school tomorrow.
I have to face all the back stabbing people...especially...sigh Dylan. I'll just stick to the invisible person who you don't even know is in the room. I feel like this is mean girls, but everyone's mean.