Have you ever just started doing something and realized that you’re never going to be able to stop? Well, that happened to me the day I went into my school’s old, grimy library, not expecting to find anything past the 1960’s, and I checked out the book, The Lightning Thief. It was intoxicating; it was like getting high, but worse and better at the same time. Soon, I had finished the whole series! You have no idea how hard it is when you finish a series. It’s like waking up to find out your parents are dead. The whole process of my life kinda went off-schedule and I went a little insane. It’s like with heroine, I had to have more. It was a necessity. When I had found out that I liked reading books, it was a little awkward because most people shun people who like to read because they consider them “nerds.” Well, I never really understood that concept. I’m a nerd just because I know more words and I’m smarter than you? Nice logic there, my friend.
So anyways, my point is that it was kind of hard getting teased at times, but I got over it because I would go back to reading. I would go back to that place where no one could find me. Books were the one place where I could go, and explore a whole new world; the world of imagination. This world was wonderful, to say the least. I could forget all my problems and worries and just read. I could just be totally engulfed in a world that, sadly, does not exist. The thing is that it does exist. It exists in my mind, and that’s where it matters most.
So after I had finished the Percy Jackson series, you can see how that world kind of disappeared. It took away the sense of security that went with it. I later discovered that what I was going through was what fangirls call “feels.” It’s basically when you go through a lot of crying, falling on the floor, tearing you hair out, screaming incoherently, etc… You know how it goes. Anyways, I found out I had really been going through these feels through-out the whole book. I had to put up with all the deaths and almost deaths. It was a rush, you could say.
My point here is that I’m different. We’re all different really. But I’m the kind of different that makes you not really understand what’s going on inside my head. Trust me; I don’t know half the time.
So, now we start the story. Here I am, a week after I had finished the Percy Jackson series. Take a look shall we?
I sat down beside my best friend, Jenny, at lunch. Well, best and only friend, but, hey, you take what you can get, right? Truth is, I never really wanted any other friends, but having only one friend does make it hard sometimes. Mainly because when she’s absent from school, I’m like a lost puppy, wandering around without a clue what I’m doing. Plus, I look like a serious loner. People think just because I only have one friend and that I keep to myself, that I’m kind of emo. But I’m not. Actually, I’m really out-going and crazy…around Jenny anyway.
Jenny was surprisingly pretty for someone who hangs out with me. She doesn’t seem to notice, though. She has gorgeous jet black hair, and its super long. It curly, and comes out in little frizzes, so you can’t really tell how long it is. She’s mixed, so she’s kind of tan with-out trying. Her eyes make you double glance because they’re the darkest green anyone has ever seen. They draw you in. She has this little goofy smile that show’s her picture-ready white teeth. She has curves and a great style, too. She’s absolutely amazing and I love her to death.
As I sat down beside her, she glanced at my plate and said with her mouth full of fried chicken, “You could feed the whole country of Cuba with all the food on your plate.”
I retorted, “You’re one to talk, Captain of the S.S Stuff Food in Your Mouth.” She laughed so hard that friend chicken spewed all over my food. We got some weird stares, but I just thought it was funny because Jenny rarely does anything embarrassing. This just goes to show that you should never talk to me while you’re eating.
