Hokey Pokey Anonymous

HPA meeting

     The sound of crashing waves danced into my ears making me smile.  A small cold, night breeze brushed my hair off my shoulder making me hug my knees a little tighter. Suddenly I felt a weight put on my shoulders; confused I looked down and saw a black leather jacket.  I froze. This is the part where I get killed.  I always knew it'd come to this!

     Okay wait Hunter! Lets think rationally, would a serial killer put their jacket around your shoulders? Would they be sitting next to you on a beach? Would they put their arm around you while leaning their head on yours in a loving manner? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up! Who the hell has their arm around me?!  Slowly my head turned to my right, my eyes landing on a white t-shirt covering a well sculpted body.

     Damnnnnnnnn!  This boy was fineeee! I wouldn't mind running my hands over your body. Ugh! Now's not the time to be a hormonal teenager and obsessing over some guys body no matter how hot it may be! My eyes gradually traveled up to his face, taking in all his well defined features and dazzling smile.  Oh my pooh bear! This guy is smiling at me! Why is he smiling at me? Dude, my heart is melting. I think I'm dying. 

     "You look cute when you make that face." The mysterious guy said snapping me out of my daze. That's when it clicked. I knew this guy! This is Xaviar Reed! Holy Eeyore! Yes, I did just refer to Winnie the Pooh and his friends two times, got a problem with that? I didn't think so. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, IT'S XAVIAR FREAKING REED!!!! The notorious bad boy who every girl wishes she could have and who every boy wishes they could be. 

     "Are you talking to me?" I asked turning my head around looking for some beautiful, beach blonde hottie with legs for days. 

     "Of course, who else would I be talking to?"  He chuckled still smiling at me.

     "Ummm....Anyone but me?"

     "You know, you should give yourself more credit. You're actually really beautiful, a little weird, but beautiful nonetheless." And ever so slowly he started to lean in, his eyes flashing down to my lips and back at my eyes.  Holy friz nip. He's going to kiss me! My first kiss!  It would only be seconds until our lips would meet! Almost there!.....

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     Buuuut of course! Only in my dreams would someone as gorgeous as Xaviar Reed kiss me!  Grudgingly, I got up out of bed and made my way to my computer connected to my stereo. I flipped open my laptop and went to my ITunes. Scrolling over the multitude of songs I finally decided on the Middle by Jimmy Eats World.  I turned around while dancing, well more like awkwardly spasming everywhere, to my bathroom.  I splashed some water on my face and looked up at my reflection in the mirror. Well helloooooo sunshine! Don't you look purtty! If we were to measure beauty with a ruler with 0 being monkey-butt ugly, 6 being pretty, and 12 being beautiful, I'd say I'm a 6.000000001.  But over the years, with the help of my lovely bullies, I've learned that I'm actually a 0. I'm not sure why they think I'm so ugly, but I feel it's better if I tell myself I'm a 0 that way it doesn't hurt so much when people call me names.  

     I turned my head, flipping my braid over my shoulder, and started to unleash the beast! Nahh I'm kidding, actually I really like my hair.  The top is a blonde/gold color, the middle is more copper, and the bottom is auburn.  And no, I don't dye it, it's completely natural.  Why would I dye my hair any color with red in it? That's just setting yourself up for criticism.  With a smile, I was done! I don't usually wear make up unless it's a special event. Besides, I don't know anything about make up.  

     Exiting my bathroom I headed over to my closet.  After 7 minutes of pondering what to wear, I finally decided on burgundy, high-waisted jeans with a white tank top, and my black doc martins. Swinging my backpack over my shoulder, I swiftly walked out my room and hopped down the stairs.  I peered in the kitchen checking to see if my parents were in there.  I knew better than to get in my parents way during the morning.  Even though it was the only time of day they were sober, except for the half hour after they got home, it was the worst time to talk to them, since they usually had major hang overs, unless you enjoyed being yelled at.   Nope, coast is clear.