June 12, 2011:
I had just graduated middle school, now just one more day until the summer. I didn't want this, I want to stay in middle school, as dumb as that sounds,I just don't want to go into high school. Interrupted by my thoughts, my mom had hugged me tight and told me that everything would be alright, then my dad patted my head and kissed my cheek, and my brother came up to me and congratulated me.
I wasn't that close with my brother, he was eight years older than me; he was on his last year of college and he didn't really even want to be here because he had a project to work on.
I don't know, I felt kind of empty. I needed to just be free from this stupid place. I was only in eighth grade and I wanted to be done with everything. It was about five minutes into my thoughts I decided I needed to go away, from literally everything and everyone. I bolted down the school halls, and out the back door. I ran past the middle school playground and jumped into the forest that was behind the large amount of gates "protecting" us from the dangers of the outside world.
I ran past at least fifteen layers of trees and I stopped. I heard nothing at all. No birds, cars, people, just the sound of my own breath. I was there panting, so I sat down. While I was catching my breath, I heard a noise, a very startling noise. I jumped and screamed.
"Who's there?!" I screamed, thinking that I would get a response. "Oh okay, I see. You're not going to talk are you?" I said as I jolted into a pile of leaves. Then a sudden shadow emerged from the trees and sort of morphed into a person.
"Hi, I'm Archer." a tall figured boy said. I said nothing because I was so deep in thought. Who was he? How long has he been here? Did he run away from the graduation too? He looked about my age, but how old was he? Was he lost? "Um, are you going to tell me your name?" Archer said as he scoffed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm Tania, you just kind of startled me and I was lost in thought." I said to him as a big smile formed onto his face.
"Sit." he said as he moved two logs out from a fallen tree. "So, what do you want to know about me. You know, since you were so... Lost in thought." Archer mocked in a gentle voice. I like him.
"Are you lost?" I spat out of my mouth.
"No, I come back here for peace and quiet." he laughed. "I'm just like you, I hate everything, usually." he replied back to himself.
"Wait. How do you know I hate everything?" I said as my eyes raged with confusion.
"You're Tania Smithson. You're now in ninth grade, you're fifteen and you hate to admit that you were held back in second grade because you struggled with basic addition. You don't want to go into high school because you're deathly afraid you won't fit in, and you care about what everyone thinks. Your eyes are blue, but everyone thinks their green for some reason. You have a beauty mark on the back of your neck, but you hide it with your hair because you think it's ugly. Your group of five friends left you after you told them you didn't want to smoke. You died your hair black in the seventh grade because you wanted to be apart of the goth phase, but a couple days later you dyed it back to blonde, only to see you bought the wrong color yellow, so you were known as Goldie Locks for about a month before your mom dyed back." Archer said before he ran out of breath.
"How." I replied, not knowing what to say next.
"I've liked you since the first grade. Sorry if this seems crazy, but I watch you. You've never noticed me because I never raise my hand to be called on, and we usually only have one class together." Archer replied in a gentle state.
"Archer, I just don't know how to reply." I spat out again.
"Friends?" He smiled.
"Sure, I'd love to be friends."
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He (Never) Loved Me
Teen Fiction"I hate you!" She cursed out. "You love me, admit it, because I love you!" He cried out. It was true. She loved him. He loved her. It was noticeable. Too noticeable.
