As much as I wanted to say I was fully one-hundred percent American, I, in fact, wasn't. I had Scottish, Cherokee Indian, and Irish heritage in my blood. Concluding the fact I was from Tennessee wasn't helping that I would probably never make it anywhere big. I spent all my time obsessing over a boy band that didn't know I existed and trying to keep up with the fast lyrics to one of Ed Sheeran's sped up songs, which didn't make me a total outcast but my position was close enough.
My whole life, personality, and attitude has caused me to be where I am. Also, my big mouth and straight forward issues. I had always easily told girls what I had thought about them, which made me stand out and get stepped on. Some people liked me, pretended to like me, and told me that they did like me which did let me have my moments where I was like, "Uhh, thanks. Are you gonna let me love you now or something?" I took my opportunities where I liked to make things awkward and trust me, they got awkward.
I wasn't like every other freshman girl, I had my moments where I was girly, but I didn't spend five hours to get ready. People still thought I looked good with brown hair, hazel eyes that couldn't decide if they wanted to be green or blue, and teeth that people said they envied. I had a nose that I hated, I literally rather be Voldemort and a butt that I think is too small and boobs that hurt! Why do they always hurt? Must they hurt? Is that their job? I've gotten boy attention for some time now, preferably since fifth grade. It wasn't much, but it wasn't little. I had gotten it from seventeen years of age to ten years of age to my four year old cousin's "boyfriend." Trust me, I liked it at times when I felt like the world hated me, but it got on my nerves. Unlike some people, I liked kissing, I didn't cherish my first kiss, I had completely wasted it on some little boy named, Phillip Phillips in third grade. Catchy, right?
Somehow, I had completely got my own attention caught on some sixteen year old boy, whose fourteen little brother tried to grope me. The unlikely thing is I had his attention too. He had somehow looked past all of these things and liked me. He liked a thirteen year old, all american average girl who could've been anyone, but me? The popular, loved, and wanted Caleb Daughtery wanted me.
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Hatice Miracle isn't special, she's just her. She tried basketball, but gave up because she was lazy. She tried art, but she forgot to call and ask what time it was because she was reading a fan fiction on her computer. She tried to be tanner that year than any other, but ending up being paler than Frosty the snowman. She tried to be social, but it wasn't and also was in her nature because at the same time, that she hated talking to people, she knew everyone and had two real friends. All the things drew him closer than ever, simply because she was different than make-up, too sweet perfume, and everyday dress up type of girls.
Caleb Daughtery isn't special, he's just him. There's something different about him though, the funny thing is, he doesn't even try. The worst part isn't the pun though, the way he taunts and teases isn't with words, but with the places where the words spill, his lips.
