Petals

Natalie

Today i'm here to tell, like, the best story i know, okay? At this moment, it's like the coolest most cool high school story i know. Although I have a small confession about it. This story..i guess... is still in progress..but whateves! Details, details. Now, i don't know you so we're gonna have to indulge in some back ground here. It allllll started when i was fifteen. Oh please, no complaining about coming of age stories, these are golden. When you're a fifteen year old girl, not a particularly popular one at that, you have a ton of shit that you go through on the daily. Like your hair being perfect and these are the years that shape you completely, especially when you know they have to be better than middle school. "Please, God, let them be better than middle school, anything as long as it's better than that godforsaken hell of a prison" you'd prayed the night before your first day of sophomore year. Okay, yeah i know that 9th grade isn't middle school anymore but, gah, give me a break here it was just as bad. I mean, did you miss the part where i said I was not popular. Was not. Sooo i had begged the good God in heaven that i'd hit a turn of luck in here somewhere the next morning. Now, looking back, I realize that i hit luck BIG TIME but of course i was stupid and unpopular and didn't know better. So I took the next day and made it like the biggest deal in the world, which is what fifteen year old girls do.
Oh, gah, how rude of me. I, like, completely forgot to introduce myself! I guess, I'm Natalie Jane Reese and my life isn't at all together, but i mean whose is? If you can't tell already, i'm the worst story teller in the world so i apologize in advance. My favorite food is prime rib. I have three older brothers that re hateful(they're really not we're just fighting right now but ya know the stupid part is i can't even remember why at the moment, if i remember i'll be sure to tell ya). The oldest piece of shit is called Western. Yeah, it's a pansy ass name, we know. For eighteen years now that's been about my only leverage in fights and frankly it's kinda starting to get old which sucks a big one, actually. Anywayysss, Western calls himself Wes(which turns up to be horribly awkward but i'm getting ahead of myself) and he's twenty two with every slut imaginable climb in all over him mostly since he was like fourteen. Girls flock to Wes, it may be the douchey name or something but that boy has always been a target. Prom king and all that jazz blah blah. He got himself a baseball scholarship to sail his was through college without costing my mama and daddy a whole bunch of money. Dillhole number two is called Larson. Another douchey name somehow came to my parents brains when he popped out. Larson is a twenty year old living the high life in college as we speak at Alabama. If you couldn't tell from the name, Lar is the brains of this quad of siblings. The boy never gave a damn about sports much just got good grades and also got lots of girls. Shocker. Now listen very closely, if you tell this next pet to Wes or Larson i'll have to kick your ass cause although we're fighting i don't hate them completely, i guess. My final brother me name is Beau and he is my favorite on the account that we're twins. In his favorite too and everyone knows that it just goes without saying. It makes everything easier to be the youngest and a girl when you can share a title with some else. Beau and i get along so well i think because we're different enough to work(if you can't tell, we're in good terms at the moment). Beau is the other star athlete, being a thick muscled guy he makes a perfect football player. But not as perfect as our quarterback. That's where our story really begins. With Rhett Abbot himself.