Natural Disaster

Chapter 1

Disaster, Natural Disaster. Both of them describe my life. I'm a natural disaster, or so my parents think.

Although I have always tried my best it just seems as though I can never do good enough for them, let alone good enough for anybody else. I'm focused around extra curricular classes, piano and violin lessons. I'm not in control of my life, my parents are (if you could even call them parents) & they lack the ability to ever be home due to work, business trips to be more precise. Along with their absence you would think I would use it to an advantage but it's pretty much impossible seeing as I'm a wallflower and nobody ever notices me, but why would they? I'm your typical valedictorian and that's not something anybody ever pays attention to. If I did drugs, threw parties, broke the law or anything else relatively rebellious everyone would jump at the opportunity to throw themselves at me because that's just how things work.

Let's not make this about me. You're here to understand Satan and I's life changing happenings. So well, enjoy.

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Monday. The day of the week that if not all, most of us dread. Except for me of course, you see, with the lack of friends I'm not out of my house very often besides when Marcie drags me out to parties or to go and get ice cream.. Okay. She doesn't drag me out for ice cream, but parties she does have to drag me to.

What's so exciting about contact high and people spilling beer all over your clothes so that when you go home you really do smell like stale beer? Or the slight chance that someone might be desperate enough to roofie your drink? I know, I know. Pretty typical. Get over it.

Alcohol? Something I don't necessarily find worth while. I drank once, one time when I was 12 because Marcie's parents were gone and we decided to "go hard". It being our first time, we went a little too hard. Woke up the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Was the world really spinning or was that just an after affect? Maybe I was still a little under the influence of the poison people call alcohol. I've hated it ever since. Enough of random jibber jabber now.

I woke up with a spring in my step this Monday morning for some reason and hopefully it'll be a good day. I've taken a shower and feel like putting a little extra effort into myself today. So I do. I decide to straighten my hair and give myself the littlest wings of eyeliner, aling with my mascara. Grab myself an Apple and head to school, of course stopping for Starbucks on the way.

The starter bell rings and I'm walking to class, that is until I bump into a brick wall.

I look up to see who it might be that I walked into, low and behold Crash Davis. I was not one for getting much attention so my instant reaction was to start blubbering out apologies while he said some profanity and ignored me. Quite bluntly might I add. I then realised my coffee wasn't in my hand, I could have sworn I- "Are you done talking to yourself or are you going to continue to sit there looking like a complete dumbass?" My heart was racing as I began to notice a crowd growing to watch, people were whispering snarky comments about me being clumsy and he was the cause of it.

I had to get out of this situation- I grab all of my stuff to go, or attempt to. But someone had me by my wrist and yanked me back. I plummet to the ground once again and everyone is histarically laughing. This is his way of getting back at me for his shirt being ruined. This is what he does. I find myself growing angry but never in a million years would I say something that would get me in more trouble. He decided to speak on, "You would think with such big doe eyes you could see where you were going" and I lost it. "You would think if your brain was a big as your ego you would've accepted my apology and let me speak on before drawing a crowd. But when do you ever not putt on a show? Your dick belongs in your pants not your personality." he was dumbfounded. I loved the shock on his face but I'm sure mine looked just the same. I couldn't help before I walked away, turning back around to him "oh, and here's 5 dollars being that's how much your shirt looks like it cost, don't say I never tried to help"

Everybody was laughing. Some crouched over with tears in their eyes, him on the other hand had flames in his eyes. If looks could kill I'd be more than 6 feet under. He'd never taken his eyes off me. Even behind the anger I saw something else. Fascination? Adoration? I don't know. I could tell he was somewhat amused at my sudden outburst. Extremely handsome but extremely douchy. Excuse my language.