A Pheonix

Chapter 1

That's Pheonix up the top. Cara Delevingne just reminds me of her.
Thank you for picking my story. I promise to try not to make your eyes break from cringing!
Ps. Most of my characters are my friends in real life. You know who you are :)

"Stop it!" She giggled, her arm swinging over a tall, red headed guys shoulder.
These two random teenagers have been shmoodling with each other for over an hour and I think the veins in my fists have burst from compression. Her pitchy laugh echoed throughout the shopping centre vibrantly and clearly. My fingers were spread across my forehead, my breathing rapid.

"Hey babe guess what," slurred her partner. He leaned in and whispered seductively into her ear, two seconds later they were groping each other like there was no one looking. They were making out intensively while running their hands through each other's hair. My patience shrank as she practically threw her body onto his.

Have you ever had a moment were everything seemed to shake? My head felt like it was being kicked repetitively by a kangaroo. Their mouths made sounds I couldn't even comprehend. Without thinking, I threw my fists onto the plastic table, sending leftover meat crumbs flying to the floor.

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" I screamed.

They whole shopping centre looked at me with their eyes gouging out their skulls. Cynthia stared at me like my face was covered in spiders. In a flash, her hands covered her face in desperate attempts to hide her so precious identity.  What for? I have no idea.

"Can you just mind your own damn business?" Hissed the girl after the crowd turned back to their lives. Her face was still red with embarrassment, her knuckles white with anger.  The Ginger's eyes seemed soggy with boredom, nothing seemed to faze him. All he was focused on was this girls' flat ass.

"Well it's kind of fucking hard when you and your boy toy and going at it in public!" I hissed, "I don't need your sexual moans interrupting me. I have a fucking pasta to eat."

In a wink, the couple was gone. I cleared my throat and smoothed the invisible wrinkles on my jeans.

Finally I can eat my spaghetti in peace.

"Are you fucking mental?" Stamped Cynthia. Her smoothie lid was popped off from her agrivation. The cheeks were still stinging red, "you couldn't just be normal for five minutes. Five!"

Cynthia has never been my intimate equal. We've always been quite different. She is more of the type of girl you see in every cliche in history. She's stunning, perfect body, perfect grades, nerdy, timid, shy, and just so happens to wear thick, boxy glasses. She's the dream that most girls today strive to be. All those plastic bleached haired bimbos tend to so regularly try and be what they clearly aren't. Cynthia isn't popular, she isn't head cheerleader, but everyone somehow wants to be her.

I, however, have my own sense of direction.
I am not a nerdy yet somehow perfect girl. I am my own person. I am what I call

A Pheonix.

Thanks for reading! I know that wasn't much of a start but I'm working on it.

... DON'T THROW ROCKS AT ME!