A Complete Dream Catcher (EDITING AND ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

I'm normal. Not really. I have brown hair. Boring brown hair. I have brown eyes. Dark boring eyes that don't show any emotion. I have obsessions with oversized sweaters and jeans. I'm one of those losers who you always find sitting in a corner. I only have one best friend. At least I have one. Special thing about me, I'd say..... nothing.

It was summer- nearly the start of school. And here I was laying on my bed reading. Reading yes. I read. I guess You can call me a nerd too then. But look, I'm not completely a nerd. Nerds study for everything. I don't study at all. I just pass anyway and that's how I live my fabulous life. Haha, Note the sarcasm.

I had earphones stuffed in my ear as I listened to music. POP music. I'm not a big fan of country or rock. Typical, right?

I was eating chips. Just because I'm lame doesn't mean that I don't count as human. I mean, what type of human doesn't love chips?

I closed my book, turned my music down, and tugged the earphones out of my ears. I stretched as I lazily yawned and stared at my wall to the right. The whole thing was covered with a huge dream catcher. I mean, I was always into Indian type of things like dream catchers, headdresses, and Aztec patterns.

My dream catcher had a few pictures on it of important parts of my life. In the center was a picture of me. This dream catcher was really...... Important and special to me. As I studied the pictures, memories flashed back. The one that stood out was a picture of my grandma. I was smiling picture as we both were in aprons cooking. I had sauce on my cheek as my grandma was scolding me. It was a happy but sad memory.

I turned around facing my window. I looked out the window to realize it was daytime. And I was seriously still in bed wearing white legging with an oversized shirt. I was never In a relationship before, and never cared to be in a relationship so I never cared for my looks. Or being a loser. And I never really had a crush because I never was sure if I really like them or not.

As I got my lazy self out of bed, I grabbed a sweater on the way. I looked in the fridge and grabbed a random muffin. If your wondering why I haven't mentioned that I grabbed my phone, people, I have it attached to me 24/7. Literally. So no worries people.

I put my sweater on in the blazing sun and bit  into the muffin I grabbed. I was so familiar to the flavor I knew the flavor immediately. It was banana, my favorite.

I walked down the street as I started to stuff my ears with my earphones, I saw something I the corner of my eyes. I saw a flash of mint skating by. I knew who it was immediately. It was my best friend that was addicted to the color mint. Even the flavor. I mean, I was into pale colors too, but I was never into the flavor mint. I was more of a coconut person.

We were completely different. She loved crop tops and shorts while I hated them. She had straight hair that don't get messy while I had crazy wavy hair that won't stay still. That's thanks to having too much hair. She craved chocolate while I only craved chocolate ice cream on my period days. We were so different in so many ways that I can't even count them all.

I ran to her trying to catch up with her fast skating. I actually can run fast thanks to my long, hairy legs, but I have a really short stamina. I didn't notice a crack on the ground and tripped and fell on my face with an,"oof" as  the song "happy" came on. I guess my music wanted to mock me too. Thanks a lot Tori.

I slowly got up as Victoria skated away. I love her so much right now. Not.

I got up and walked the opposite direction. I mean, I don't think I want to see her when she literally just ignored me and was not noticing me. Well maybe it was a teeny bit of my fault for not noticing.

I took a deep breath as i came across a stationary store. I still haven't bought anything for school so why not get it now?

I entered the store as the fresh smell of papers and pencils hit my huge, clogged up nostrils. I'm surprised I can even smell things with a clogged up nose.

I walked towards the notebooks aisle, as I grabbed a notebook for all my periods. I chose all the colors different because I'm literally taking the wrong notebook all the time because it's the same color as another period's notebook color. Don't think you or I want to experience that. Well, I don't think I want to experience that again.

I moved to a different aisle, the pencils and pens station, because my fat fingers break the led every 0.5 seconds. Hon, don't think I'm exaggerating because I've got proof with me. There's something called cameras on phones and timers darling. Welcome to the friking twenty first century. I sound like a retarded prep girl wannabe.

Well going back to me and my pencil breaking skills, I need to grab all of the pencils they have. I stuffed my sweater and pockets with pencil packets and but the rest in my basket. The ones I put somewhere else than my basket are not going to be paid. I'm just gonna walk out casually because what kind of pencils have those sensing thingies?

I grabbed a million pens because they always explode in my face when my pen's tip touches the paper. I didn't even start writing and it does that. What a stupid pen, right?

I turned around to go pay "all" my stuff as I bumped into somebody who smelled very familiar and smelled like chocolate.

"Victoria?"