I never liked my 6 grade teachers. I don't know, just something about them didn't make me want to try in their classes. It was too easy to fall asleep. Unless ofcourse, there's a super hot guy sitting next to you. Losing Toby as a friend destroyed me inside. It took me months to get over it, and by then he had already moved away. I felt awful most of the time. Except 4th period science.
Let's say his name was Greyson. I was deeply, deeply in love with Greyson. Our story is in another one of my books that I've yet to publish, but don't worry it'll be coming soon! Greyson was like a drug. All I did for the whole day was think about him. I'd go home and text him. Wake up and text him. Go to school and think about him. But Greyson didn't love me like I loved him. My friends always warned me he was a bad egg. But I didn't listen. Not my Greyson, no way. He loves me.
He didn't.
But I didn't know that. So I wasted 1 1/2 years loving him. I've never regretted anything more. Anyway, back to science class. I'm a straight A student, always have been, always will be. Except science. I was so focused on looking good for Greyson, I couldn't focus. First semester I came home with a B. then a B-. Then a C. It was a vicious cycle. I was letting him control my life. But I didn't realize it. I was OBSESSED. If he even looked at me, talked to me, I was on cloud 9. I have higher expectations of boys now, you live and you learn I guess. But I was convinced if I didn't get Greyson for myself, I would die. I cut my hair to look like his girlfriends. (BIG mistake by the way, it looked awful on me!) I started dressing more girly. I straightened my hair. Nothing worked. So one day I decided to throw myself out there. I went home and wrote up this text.
I love you so much. You don't understand.
His response? Not what I expected. Well actually, to be honest it WAS what I expected. I had just thought that I had expected wrong.
"K" That was what I got. What did he mean, 'K'? I had just told him something I had been working up the courage to tell him for a LONG time. Too long. Way too long. And his response was one letter? I was furious. I was heartbroken. I was confused. I went outside to me and Toby's old fort and I sat there and cried. For hours.
And hours.
And hours.
6 months left of 6th grade. Current status; borderline depressed. Life: 2. Holly: 0
