I wish that graduation were closer. It is only half way through my senior year. I am just so excited to leave this school and all of the people behind. I'm "weird" to everyone. I've never known why. I just am weird, I guess. It's okay though, it hasn't affected me majorly. All of these people will be out of my life soon enough. I cannot wait.
I have good grades and have colleges asking me to attend their schools. I'm okay with that. I'd rather deal with a little taunting for now and have an amazing future than try to fit in and have a low GPA.
Most girls around my school are searching for the "perfect" guy for them; I am not. I find love useless, for right now. I am so young, I have time. I want to focus on getting far in life and THEN get a boyfriend. My future comes before any high school fling. I am almost out of high school, why fuck up now? Prom is soon enough, I am probably not going though. If I do go, it's because Rachel, my best friend, will most likely make me. I'm not too into going to social gatherings. It's just not me, really.
I have one class period at the end of the day with juniors, sophomores, and freshmen. It is photography. I love that class because I get to take pictures but I hate it because people like Bryan Randal and Levi Lark are in that class and Bryan always throws stuff at me or talks shit to me. It's so annoying and got old real fast. I hate Bryan, with a passion. Now Levi, on the other hand, doesn't do anything to make me hate him, per se. I just would not want to socialize with him. He just evidently doesn't associate with the best people.
Levi lives across the street from me but I've never talked to him besides maybe twice. His mom and mine have talked a few times. Levi is usually pretty quiet. It's strange for someone so popular but I guess some people just don't fit into a specific mold of what they are expected to be like.
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Before I head to photography, I stop at my locker to put my stuff in there because I rarely ever need anything from my backpack. We do mostly everything on the computer nowadays. As I walk to my locker, I spot a guy whom is about 5'11, with light brown hair. Levi Lark. Very confused, I continue to walk but I start to walk past my locker because I don't want to deal with him.
Levi grabs my arm and instantly I twirl around.
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What You Don't Really See About Me
Tienerfictie"Never blame yourself for this. It is all me. I love you, you are my one true love. I can say that confidently. With much love, Levi Lark"
