Austin and Harmony have known each other their whole lives. Many secrets have been kept ,many tears have been shed,and much have blood has been lost. Though they don't know why they have this certain connection that brings them together. It only mak...
Being me is sometimes exhausting. I can do everything right and it still seems like I get the shit end of the stick. My name is Harmony Menendez, I am currently 17 years old and I live in a little town called Ashville. I'm a bit of a geek ,anime and cosplay are my thing. I get bullied for it all of the time. You can say I am the outcast. I am a fat girl who likes anime and I'm also Hispanic. In this small town ,people like me tend to stand out. I do have some loyal friends. My friend/crush Austin. He's your typical jock, but he does have a sweet side to him; he just doesn't show it that often. I'm texting him now and he's kind of being an asshole.
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Alana Barris, the Queen of AVH and she's Austin's girlfriend. She's such a sweetheart and I envy her in every way. She is so beautiful, intelligent and kind. Everyone loves her! Most importantly, she has Austin. After putting my phone on the charger, I went to kiss my grandma goodnight and finished cleaning the dishes I forgot about. Tomorrow is Thursday and I don't feel like going to school. It's a miserable wasteland where people are all bark and no bite and everyone has somebody, but me. I put my radio on to the throwback station and hoped it would help to carry me to sleep.
After two hours of tossing and turning I decided to scroll through my phone. I saw Austin was still online. So, he lied. Typical him. If he didn't want to talk all he had to do was say so. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even appreciate me as a friend. I understand when a person is in a relationship, they prioritize their significant other, but that doesn't mean you forget the people who where there before that person. As I was scrolling through Facebook, I saw post a post about a guy I used to date. It made my stomach hurt seeing his face. If the dictionary had a picture for every word, his face would be next to toxic. I made a post about wishing I had someone to talk to and I got a text from Austin again. Great, is he here to rub his relationship in my face again? Should I be optimistic about him being concerned about me ? Maybe who knows right ?
Austin-Hey, I see you're still up what's going on?
Harmony- Do you really care Austin?
Austin-If I didn't, would I waste time asking? What happened now?
Harmony-Nothing, just ready to leave this place, it's boring and rural. I wake up to see cows and chickens. I want to be in the city
Austin-You will make it out of here, I know it. Hey wanna go see a movie with Alana and I this Friday?
Harmony- I hate to be the third wheel...
Austin-Nonsense, please grace us with your presence.
Harmony- Otay, fine. I will go.
Austin-Gr8 now go to bed.
Harmony- Night....
This should be great right? Hanging out with my friend/crush and his popular girlfriend? No, I don't think so. Every waking minute I spend with them will constantly remind me of how alone I really am. I finally managed to drift to sleep when my phone rang and it was a text from my motivation app telling me to remain open minded about my near future. I wonder what that could mean.
I woke the next morning feeling more exhausted than when I went to bed. I got dressed and made sure all the dogs were fed before going on my way. I checked the house to make sure all the doors were locked and that I had the keys to my car. I love my car, she's pretty old, but she works great. I hopped on the road pretty early just so I can grab breakfast before school. I drove by Austin's house just to see him and Alana making out in front her car. I honked the horn to scare them apart before speeding away. Just to be petty of course. I rolled all my windows down to let some fresh air in and I blasted my favorite Alternative radio station. I felt pretty good this morning. Even though I felt incredibly alone and I felt like no one truly cared about me, I was feeling pretty okay. That was until I entered the school parking lot. I pulled into a parking spot and grabbed my bookbag out of the trunk. I kept my head down as I tried to enter the building. I was becoming anxious ,hoping and praying no one will even notice I was there. I managed to get to class without being noticed. It was my history class, which happened to be one of my favorites. I was always in class ten minutes early, just to avoid the crowds. My teacher came to sit by my desk and smiled at me. "Good morning Ms. Menendez, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind reading your essay on the Trail of Tears to the class. You seem to understand the concepts well and your report is the best in this class." he says with puppy dog eyes. "Mr. Taylor, I am not good at public speaking, I have major anxiety," I say averting his eyes. " If you do this I will give you a pass to the library for the rest of this class. After you read it you can leave." His offer was almost too good to be turned down so I agreed to do it.
Once class started Mr. Taylor announced that he wanted the class to hear my essay. Everyone started to mumble to each other and my anxiety decided to kick in full swing. I started to read my essay and instantly I started sweating bullets. I could feel my palms getting sweaty and my legs becoming wobbly. I looked at Mr. Taylor who seemed to give me a comforting smile. I managed to make it through the first three paragraphs, when I slipped up and said "ass" instead of "as" the whole front row of seats roared with laughter and I rolled my eyes and continued to read as Mr. Taylor tried to calm the class. I heard one student say "She said that cuz she wish she had some." I ignored it and continue to read from the paper. I made it to the last paragraph when I heard someone coughs the word pancake. I gave them the death stare and one of the girls from across the class screamed "Stop looking at my boyfriend, hog!" I stopped reading. "Ms. Wilks that's detention." Mr. Taylor says while trying to get me to continue. "I'm sorry Mr. Taylor." I grabbed my pass and stormed out of the class.
