Shrug

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

                A little introduction wouldn't hurt. I'm not one of those girls that had a sob story childhood, and I can't put my finger to one tragic thing that really happened to me before my story.  Although nothing went downhill with my life, I wasn't an incredibly happy go lucky girl either. I wasn't spoiled, like those girls that always have a new pair of shoes every month. I wasn't talented in any area, although I'm not too horrible at anything. I certainly wasn't raised the right way though, always isolated in my house watching Spongebob when I was little while my parents worked. So I guess I was both a sad and a happy child if you look at it in different ways. I personally think I had an okay childhood.

                The only thing that bothered me, even today, was my physical attributes. I hated the way I looked. I hated the way my brown hair was so flat and plain and hard to tell if it was black or a really a shade of dark brown. I hated the way my eyes looked half Asian, but fully Asian when I smiled. I hated the big nose I had like my dad's. I hated the way I talked, the way my lips quirked in weird directions when I said a word as harmless as 'no'. What I hated most about my appearance was that I got all the bad genes from my parents. I mean come on, couldn't they have altered a bit of my genes to look insanely gorgeous since I was a halfie?

                The only thing that made me unique was that I was a halfie. You know, half Asian, half European. Just by looking at me, people would say 'you must be a halfie', because it was so unpopular in my little town called Yellowknife. They would ask me what my Asian half is and I'd always mutter that I'm Japanese. And then they'd always ask me to speak Japanese for them. I guess it was cool for a halfie to speak Japanese, despite all the Japanese tourists that come every year to Yellowknife. To me, it was a pain answering the same questions every time.

                The best influence in my life was Michelle Jones. I always wished I looked like Michelle Jones; but everybody wants to look like Michelle Jones. No, she wasn't a halfie like me. With glossy blonde hair and round baby blue eyes, she was a person people envied since she moved into my tiny town in grade 4. She stood out because she was a city girl.

                It's funny, because all Michelle Jones had to do was to walk up to me on the first day of fourth grade and declare that I was her best friend from that moment on. I didn't complain, because I didn't want to. Who wouldn't want to have a best friend that had looks that could kill, and also is all the way from the modern city?  The friendship worked, too. With her loud attitude and my introverted personality, we matched. She'd be one of the only people I'd miss.

                Although Michelle could be a serious pain in the ass at times, she was the one who forced me away from the television. She got rid of all my cartoon tees and replaced them with cute lacy tank tops, despite us still being only ten years old. She made me realize how not cute Greg the computer gamer was, and nudged me towards to start liking people like a hockey player named Keenan.

                Thanks to my unbreakable friendship with Michelle Jones, I was having a pretty cool life since the fourth grade.

                But "everything" started during third period, math class, when the principal walked in with a new student. The new student happened to be a boy. He was cute. Not the bald principal, but the new boy. Ha, the new boy always stirs things up in almost every story, huh?

 You probably thought I fell in love with him (not the principal) at first sight, but I didn't. Nobody did, or at least nobody tried to make moves on him. Because the whole female population knew that Michelle Jones always got first dibs. It wasn't because she was the school's bitch, but because everybody respected her for being that one city girl who always deserved the guy she wanted.