Are You The One For Me?

Are You The One For Me? (1) - Edited.

CALLISTA'S POV:

I guess I should start all the way in the beginning, because the bad stuff didn't start until a lot later. Well, things were pretty bad in the beginning too, but definitely not as bad as it got to be later on.

Well, first of all, my name was Callista Ashley Brown. It had sort of a nice ring to it and wasn't a very common name either. Using just my first name, you could come up with over five different names.

I was thirteen years old and in the eighth grade, but people said I was pretty mature for my age. By people I meant adults, since not a lot of people my own age actually talked to me much, so they wouldn't really know.

I was not a girl that was ever very well liked. There was always something or the other wrong with me every year that drove the cute boys and sweet guys away from me.

I had long black hair with no waves, curls, highlights, or extensions. It was plainly and simply just long and black. My eyes were small and a dark brown, but they were hidden behind my narrow glasses. My body was a bit bigger than average and far from the type of body I wanted. Every day I tried though to cut down on my weight and reach my goal, and every day I failed. But, I was getting there; I just knew it!

I was pretty smart in most of my classes and I was very well liked by the teachers and principle. I had good enough parents who cared and were still together after years and years of arguing and hating each other. I lived in a decent house and was considered middle class. I had everything I needed to live a normal, close to happy, free life, but there was always something missing.

For me, it was The One.

The One, as I’ve described to my only best friend, Niya, countless times before, was the person – or the guy in our cases – that just happened to be the number one perfect guy for you. He didn’t have to be the perfect guy in general, but to you at least. He didn’t necessarily have to be the handsomest guy or the smartest, as long as he made you happy and smile every day, he was The One.

I’ve been waiting for My One to show up since my Disney princess days; it seems he’d hit a few obstacles along the way though, ‘cause he sure was taking his sweet time.

He took so long to get to me, I had just about given up on him and when he finally did show up, I just refused to believe that he seriously was The One for me.

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It was on a perfectly normal day and during lunch. I was sitting with Niya and just talking about the English test we were taking today. I had just finished mine last period and was going over some of my answers with Niya, even though I wasn’t supposed to. But, she was my best friend and as easy as the class was, Niya needed all the help she could get.

I used the excuse of helping Niya out as a way of avoiding getting up to get lunch. I hated the school food; it tasted so gross. But, that was just the lie that I told everyone that asked why I didn’t eat it.

After Niya finished writing down all that she needed to know for the test on a small slip of paper, she slid out of her seat across from me and headed towards the line. Niya had a small frame and pretty features. She was pretty popular and well-liked by the guys in our class.

Niya also thought the school food was disgusting, but the only reason she got it was for Grant. He was bi-sexual and had to pay for his school lunch. Niya felt bad for him, so she got him lunch every day since she got it for free.

In Grant’s words, Niya was described as a beauty-queen princess with her short and silky black hair, hazel eyes. Her best feature was her small and round face with a pair of rosy pink cheeks. I was described as the ugly duckling that hadn’t as of yet found her calling and was searching for it through Niya.