Keeping Faith

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Introduction-

Hi, I'm Faith Evans and I'm your typical American blonde girl.

Kind of.

Or rather not at all.

I am in the sense I have blonde hair and blue eyes but I suppose being captain on the boys football team at my school and being born and raised in South London and not wearing fake ...everything probably isn't classed as the perfect American blonde girl. I'm far from it. American isn't the only lie in that sentence. And yes, before you ask I am definitely a girl.

Perfect is not anywhere near a good word to describe me. See, my past is rather... colourful? Now I wasn't one to go out killing people on a daily basis. No. No way, but that doesn't necessarily mean I have the best record a girl hoping to go to Princeton University could have. It involves stuff like robbery's, car theft, fights and well, quite a bit more thanks to my ex boyfriend, Jim. Nothing too bad though, as much as I loved the guy I was not about to let him persuade me to decapitate the old granny who was walking as slow as a snail whilst crossing the road in front of us or 'accidently' hit the guy who looked at my paper during an important science exam in the face, with a cleaver... Seeing as how Jimmy, was head of a gang he had a rivalry gang to compete with, and, well, to keep that story short it ended in gun shots and none of good old Jimmy's gang fell to the floor resulting in my beloved Jim Jim ending up in prison. Not before breaking up with me though. Of course our 2 year relationship -which meant nothing to him, he made that clear- was thrown out the window, along with my self respect, my confidence and well, to put it simply, me. Not long after the breakup I kind of fell into a mild depression.

Thankfully, after two months of daily therapy, I managed to get my life back on track again. The sad thing though, was that I went from being this loud, open, confident, slightly arrogant and out going girl to a shy, awkward, uncomfortable, social-outcast with no confidence and walls as high as the Burj Khalifa.

Within the second day of me going back to school after therapy Erin, My best friend of 13 years, soon realized the popularity I once had was going down the drain and trust me, she could not of jumped ship quicker. I thought that the fact that we used to play My Little Pony together when we were younger might of meant something to her. If not that then I thought the amount of times I saw her heartbroken and crying non-stop whilst she mumbled stuff in my ears about how she should just 'set out on a quest to marry Zac Efron because there is no-way he will reject her' would have meant something but apparently all those years of friendship meant nothing compared to her high school status. Just like Jim she left me. Except instead of falling into a mild depression like with Jim, I somehow fell into something else.

Yes I spent the next few days mopping around in my Onezie stuffing my face with glutton's of Strawberry Ice Cream, Nutella, Chocolate spread and Cookie Dough whilst watching re-runs of Friends, What a girl wants and The Hills non-stop but that's not what I'm talking about.

What I am talking about is entirely different.

I fell into Noah Edwards.

Literally.

I fell into him.

Let me explain.

Noah Edwards was a boy I'd known longer than Erin. His Mum and my Mum had known each other since the beginning of high school. They were the two girls, who would always be together, incapable of being separated. As cliché as it sounds they were sisters, not best friends. The bond they had was never broken. They still have it now. Even though they separated for university to 'go and fulfil their dreams' as my mother put it, they somehow ended up back in the same town with kids the same age, who go to the same school and are in mostly the same classes. So as children me and Noah spent a lot of time together.