True Love

You know that feeling you have when you love someone so much, but there's that guarantee they don't feel the same way. I was lovestruck, caught in my own mind. His name was Josh Swain. And who was I? A wanna-be-highschooler who was desperate for someone to hold her. 6 years ago my mother died. she was my hero; my everything. Slipping right through my fingers. I didn't even get to say "good-bye". Since then my father has been an alcoholic. My mother was the one who had kept him sober. Who saw between his drunk, crazy nights and still had seen the man she married. I just wish he didn't only see MY flaws.

It was the first day of my junior year when it all started. I had my floral blouse, ripped jeans, and old sneakers which was pretty much all we could afford. My first class was in room 197, Mr. Haja's class. You would think carrying books and looking up at room numbers would be easy. "KABOOSH!" 4+ books went flying. "Oh sorry!" I started as i looked up to see pale, blue eyes meeting mine. He picked up his books and scurried away. Who was the mystery guy? I kept walking, yet I couldn't help but think about those eyes. They stared maybe right into my soul.
Walking through the door of the classroom that was lightyears away. Who was that sitting there? The pale eyed boy? No! And who's that with him? Stacy? Stacy? The girl who ruined everything for me? Of course it is because i was born with the worst luck ever. "Squirt." She mumbled. "Brat." I replied. Sitting back down in the back, like I always do, angrier than when my mom died. I sat there the entire class wondering "Why Stacy?"

It took all my might not to burst out in mascara covered tears. 3 months went by and you couldn't imagine my pain. Watching them kiss and hug whenever I was in the room or nearby. How could he not say