My life is pretty normal. I have a sister and a father and mother, I have a dog, I have a very loyal group of friends, I have the regular teen crush, that kind of life. But on the day of my 15th birthday, everything changed. And I mean everything. First, it was my good luck charm, then my art book, and after that all of my stuff! I mean, it's worse than eating raw fish for one whole month, without any fork or knife. Anyway, let's not get off topic.
I was born in California to Emma and Jackson Hayes. I was not their only child, because I had a twin sister named Emilia. We had the same button nose, splash of freckles, large oval eyes and dumbo ears, yet we were completely different on the inside. She would like princess gowns when I would like small TechDeck skateboards. If she liked to brush her hair and put on make up, I would like ripped jeans and a backwards baseball cap. She was the girly-girl and I was the tomboy. But there was one thing that we both liked - boys. Except that I liked them for games like 'Capture the Flag' or 'What are the odds' and she liked them for flirting and crushing. Sure, over the years I had a few friends that were boys and wanted them to be more that just friends, but that was just put aside so I can focus on our friendship and not things that can ruin it. I have long chestnut hair with beige tips. Personally, beige is my favorite color. And I have ice-blue eyes that pop with any type of makeup. I have 4 piercings, 2 on the bottom of my ears, 1 next too the one on my left, and 1 on my belly button. My mom is the only one who knows about the belly button one in my family. My sister, Emilia, has bleach blonde hair that has been at her shoulders for around 3 years, so everyone has given up hope of it growing farther. She has black eyes, and I mean so black that it seems as if you placed black holes in her eyes. And she always has her hair in a little pathetic bun. Her only make up is probably a half used mascara bottle from CVS and a untouched blush container that is hidden from the rest of humanity. She uses almost no make up, but looks flawless with the reddest lips someone could be gifted with.
Back to my life, I am going to art class, because it is my favorite subject along with music and whatever we do in the computer class. Ms. Patterson is basically my favorite teacher. And I mean favorite. I have known her for over 3 years, and she is a friend of my mother. I always get there early to talk to her. She compliments my outfit and I thank her. "Nice jeans, I absolutely adore those earrings!" She squeals. I smile at her, and sit on a desk.
When I'm walking home from school, Tyler grasps my arm. I jerk, violently, and throw him to the ground. He stumbles, and gets up brushing the dirt of of him. I scoff, and roll my eyes. "Seriously?" I ask. He chuckles. "Want to go to the tree by the bridge, tonight?" He asks. Tyler and I have been friends for about 12 years now, ever since his mom and my mom met in yoga class. "Sure. Be there at 7." I answer. He smiles and says "See you there!". I smile and wave. He's a nice kid and all, but he is getting really friendly all of a sudden. It's sorta... Weird.
My hair is in a messy fishtail braid and my cap is on backwards. It says "neat dude" on it. I'm wearing ripped faded skinny jeans. My mothers red 'tickle me silly' Elmo shirt is wrapped around my torso. A lumberjack shirt is wrapped around my waist. I hop off of my scooter, looking straight ahead at Tyler lying down under the old tree. "Hey, Ty." I greet. His head looks at me, and then he sits up. I walk towards him, and he stands up. We walk towards each other, and he comes even closer. "I've known you for a long time..." He starts. I feel his hand caress my jaw bone. "Uh..." I mutter, dumbfounded. "...and I don't want this to ruin our friendship..." Uh oh. I know where he is going with this. "Ty..." I counter. But he doesn't give up. "...but this was the first thing that I have wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you." Ever since you were two? Seriously, specifics! He bows his head and kisses me. I throw him back, with a glare that should pierce his soul. "You're a cool guy and all, but I don't think of you in that... way." I say, disappointing him. He now seems very interested with the floor. "Oh, I see." He says. I smile and apologize to him. He nods his head in agreement. I head back to my scooter and put my helmet on. The rest of the night was a whirl of confusion and Netflix.
