Expecting (Cameron Boyce)

Prologue -

Names Rae, short for Raeanne. I don't like the name Raeanne that's why I go by Rae. Call me Raeanne and I eon't talk to you ever again.

Seriously. My mom called me Raeanne when I was seven. Haven't spoken to her since. I'm 14 now. Ninth grader. Brown hair and hazel eyes. Full pink lips and plucked eyebrows.

Gotta always look my best for every boy that's cute. Or for anybody. Trust me. I'm natural beauty. I wear no make-up and I still look like a model.

I do ballet and hip-hop. I do any type of dance really but those are my main two. I have no blemishes what so ever. I don't have to have pimple or zit cream or medicine. I never get it. Maybe cause I wash my face four times a day.

My eyelashes are naturally long. You may think I'm obssesed with myself but I find myself very beautiful.

Sure, everyone's beautiful but I think I look better than anyone and everyone. Every boy trys to get with me, even thee seniors! I turn them done of course.

I've never had a boyfriend. Or my first kiss. I guess you can say I'm looking for the right person. True love even.

I'm friends with anyone and everyone. I guess you can say I'm just generally nice. I'm no bully. In fact, I've actually stood up for everyone I seen get bullied.

I say no curse words. I'm a straight A student who never gets in trouble. I don't fight cause' I think violence is unnecessary.

I mean fighting doesn't solve anything. You're still going to dislike that person.

I live in San Francisco, California. Today is Friday and after school my bestfriend is throwing a party.

Of course I'm going. She's my bestfriend. Her names Abby. I love her to death. She has long blonde hair that flows past her butt. She has green eyes and she has eyebrows like a cattipelear.

She believes in natural hair. She only shaves up to her knees and she shaves her under arms but she won't pluck. She has a little bit of a mustache but I mean I won't judge.

You can't really tell unless you go really close under direct light. But it's there. Dark hairs too. She should really wax it. Maybe.. one day.

She's pretty though. She's kind of a hoe if I say so myself. She dates any boy who will go out with her. And that's almost all.

She's not a virgin. I am though. She's had sex with all the boys she's dated. Starting in fifth grade.

It's hit triple digits. Hopefully she uses protection.

I don't judge her, she's been my bestfriend since preschool. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing.

I just got out of Algebra. So boring. I walked to my locker jamming my books inside.

I slammed it shut and headed for lunch.

I walked through the lane grabbing things here and there. Trust me. You have to watch the schools lunch.

I walked over to my normal table with Abby and Kenzie and other people who was sitting there.

Kenzie was mainly Abby's friend. She was a ginger with brown eyes. Her hair was up to her shoulders. She was semi-pretty, but still beautiful as I believe everybody is.

I ate my salad and then pushed my tray away. I try not to eat junk food as much as possible.

Now that I think about it I never eat junk food at all. I plopped in a piece of gum and then started a conversation.

"So, Abby. When do you want me to come over?" I asked. "Oh. Um, how about eight? Everyone will start coming at eight-thirty so it will give us time to chill." she said eating a tomato.

"Oh. I'll come too." Kenzie said with a huge smile on her face. I don't trust Kenzie. There's something off about her.

She just has that vibe that screams 'run for your life'. I don't know. Maybe it's just me.

I faked a smile and nodded.