I sat at my desk eager to start a new day. I nawed on my pen cap which I often do if the teacher takes to long to get started. I sat next to my best friend Penelope who looked at me strangely. "Why do you do that to your pens?"she asked ,confused. Her round brown eyes squinted as if looking for an answer on a word search."I don't know why you ask me that everyday.I do it when I'm nervous ever since I stopped biting my nails. " I say with a slight bit of boredom in my voice. When will the teacher get to the point? The late bell rang and finally the teacher comed in side the room . " Ok class get out your note books we are going to write notes on how to find the perimeter of a triangle. The class groaned ,but I never mind writing notes and I loved the feeling of a blank page ready to become a masterpiece. That's the way I am I do not care if I am too smart for my own good and I do not care if people think I am weird for wearing circle shaped glasses and carrying around a wand to look more like Harry potter. I was weird and when people call me that it is not a threat ,but a complement my catch-phrase was " I was born weird , I live weird, and I will die weird". To call me a geek would be an understatement I can recite The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe word for word but for carefree me it was just another step on the road to sucess. Even though I am a brainiac I am a pretty girl, my long brown curls lightly skimmed my lower back,and my heart shaped face are my best features, but my bright green eyes lit up when I smiled at you ,and my glasses were probably distinct replicas of Harry Potter's. In fifth grade I looked like I should have been in 3rd or 4th grade ,but that was a long time a go and I have matured and gone on a lot of shopping sprees since then. My style is totally geek-chic. Skinny jeans, ballet flats and scrunchies were all I need to survive. For me life was fine if I have a pencil or a book in my hand. School has both of those and while I copied down the notes Ms.Smith had given I didn't mind my hand starting to cramp up, and when the bell rang for lunch I am the last to exit the room. At my locker , Krystle, and Penelope were waiting close by for me to grab my lunch. We always walked down to the café together not caring if we were late. We sat down at the self proclamed nerd table."Are you excited for the big game?" Krystle asks. I am a cheerleader and have made friends with some of the popular crowd. "yeah I am" I answered. The Basketball team at Wright city High School had won a lot of games and if we one this one we would go undefeated for 3 years in a row we were playing against Blackhawk High school our arch rivals.Lunch went well and when school is over she got into my red Mini Cooper and hury home. I put on my blue, gold, and white uniform ,put my long curls in a high ponytail and drove back to school. The Blackhawk bus was already parked in a crooked position. The rest of the cheerleaders were already there and doing each others make-up. I saw our apposing team and thought we had a good chance of winning that was until I saw him. The boy was taller than any other member of the team. I admired the boys biceps which were toned and flexed everytime he moved and I wondered if the rest of his torso was as toned as his arms. He looked about 6 foot and even though I am 5'6" he was still probably 6 or 7 inches taller than my. Then he turned around and revealed his chisled facial features. That was when I started drooling. Even though this guy was from the rival team I wanted to know his name. I shook myself and wiped my chin and walked over to the water fountain and while I am sipping the water I noticed some one waiting behind me waiting for a drink. I stood straight and turned to leave and bumped into the tall boy with the toned arms. Oh "I'm sorry" he said as he grabbed my shoulder so i wouldn't fall. His voice was so soft and sweet that I swooned and started to get lost in his eyes which were a magnificent shade of blue. "Your kinda cute, "he said, "what's your name?" "Geniveive" I said."I am Evan nice to meet you."
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the year i changed
RomantikJunior , Geniveive feels that everything is ok with her life. Who would blame the smart geek- cheek who is not afraid to be different in fact she ballet doing, gymnastic flipping cheerleader with friends she can trust. It all changes when she meets...