Dear diary,
Christmas is getting closer than ever. And my sixteenth birthday as well. Not that it matters to me. Fifteen or sixteen, what's the difference? I'm one of the oldest kids in my classroom anyway. Five year bilingual gymnasium study will do that to you. One to two year difference between classmates. I mean, it's not a problem, I've just never experienced such a variety in one class.
At least I'm not being made fun of for being the overall oldest (young teenagers will find anything to pick on, of course). Andrew is even a few months older than me.
Yes. Andrew is the guy I've been secretly crushing on. I finally know his name. Of course I didn't ask him myself. We haven't even talked. My luck is that we're in the same group for English classes. Which is the majority of the first year.
He's very smart. Has interesting opinions as well. Those that make you rethink your own and ponder. Not in an influential way, just another interesting view of any subject. My opinion may be biased of course. In fact I'm more than sure that it is. It's just those little things that make me be drawn to him even more.
Not that he noticed. Haha, that would be foolish of me to think so. I mean, when I look in the mirror, even I wouldn't be interested in myself. Too tall, too skinny, arms and legs all over the place. Medium length hair, always changing its color. Listening to rock and metal music, wearing jeans and sneakers, always sporting black nails. What's there to be interested in? Just an average girl. Too shy for making first moves and talking to strangers. Too introverted for wanting social interactions.
It's just that I've never been much interested in anyone. Never had a boyfriend, never had that special someone to belong to.
I mean I'm only almost sixteen. Plenty of time for that, right?
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Honest Diaries
Non-FictionA little insight into a high school girl's mind, falling in love with one boy that keeps his place in her thoughts throughout her life, struggling with her feelings.
