The ear piercing sound of my alarm woke me up. Time to get up for school.
I got out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom in my room. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. When I was finally finished, I went back to my room to change into my clothes.
deciding what to wear is such a complicated task for a girl in highschool. Everyone judges you and inspect you from head to toe. I try not to think about what other people think of me. After all, what's important is what I think about myself. Even though it's often hard to do.
I looked in my closet and decided to wear a blue striped long-sleeve-shirt with some skinny jeans.
when I was done I got my backpack, made sure I had all the necessary things I needed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
I greeted my parents with my daily kiss on the cheek. I decided to get some orange juice. when I was done drinking my juice I said goodbye to both my parents.
as I made my way out the door, I put my ear buds on.
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"hello Liz," Stacy greeted me as I entered the school grounds.
"hey," I said hugging my best friend.
"you know what I was thinking last night after I left your house?"
"um I don't know. which brand of lipstick is best?" I sarcastly answered. Although she could've been thinking that, considering how girly she can be.
"no! although that is a really good question-"
"so what were you thinking?" I cut her off before she continued. I knew it. that would be a topic she would be interested in. And from my past experiences, I knew she would go on and on.
"oh. well, I was actually thinking of how cool it would be if you saw Niall again. imagine if first you exchange numbers, keep in contact and fall in love."
"good luck with that. I mean why would he fall in love with me. out of all the hundreds of girls he meets like everyday?"
"you know. that is so true Stacy, why would anyone fall in love with this piece of trash. A dog, or even a rat can do better than that. Anyone or anything can do better." Kaitlyn said walking away. I know I shouldn't be affected when ever she tells me things like that. But it is just so hard. Especially when people like her (the popular group of people I mean) are constantly pointing out things the things that are wrong with you. I know I have flaws. There is no need to remind me.
"Don't listen to her. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Including Niall," Stacy said, trying to make me feel better.
"thanks," was all I said.
RING RING RING
"see you later," we both said as we rushed to our locker.
I entered my class right on time. Just before Mrs. Riverswood, my English teacher walked in. she was one of the few teachers I actually liked in this school. if she were one of the others, she might have locked the door before I got the chance to get in, made me go to the main office to write myself as late and get a late pass before she let me enter. But Mrs. Riverswood is actually nice. so she saved me the trouble.
I usually pay attention during English class. This time I couldn't concentrate. I was too busy thinking about Niall.
He's so nice. usually when people think famous people in real life, they say that they are stuck up rich people who only think about themselves. especially the younger ones. Niall though, he was one of the sweetest people I have ever met. you'd think we have nothing in common. That we wouldn't know what to talk about and that the time we were with each other the only thing that could be heard was silence.
However, with Niall, it is the total opposite. it was like we had know each other for the longest time. he is so funny. Just from meeting him that one time, I already knew he was the kind of person that could cheer anyone up.
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School was over now. the whole day I was was wondering if I would get to see Niall again. Every time I got the chance, I went wondering in the corridors. With any excuse. Mostly the excuse of going to the bathroom.
I knew that the students that had multiple classes with probably thought I had some disorder by now. Or a serious case of diarrhea.
All I wanted was to see Niall one more time. I never got to see him.
This left me wondering for the millionth time, will I ever see the Irish boy again?
my answer every time time was probably not.
