My First

Brooklyn

Hey my name is Brooklyn and welcome to my world of torture. My life mainly consists of me complaining about boys ,the mean girls at school and my parents. My parents made me go the cheapest school , West Side High, where everyday is full of non-stop drama, every now and then while your walking down the hallway to your next class, you will hear "omg!! she did not! " or "did you hear about what happened last night" and now and then " So its true they are dating!!". I legit can't be bothered trying to fit into that crowd , the popular group that is always talking trash about other people the group that everyone dreams to be apart of. One of the many parts of West Side High that I happen to hate the most is that Tiff Turner had to exist. She is one of shadiest and bitchy girls you will ever meet in you entire life , I hate her with every emotion that I contain in my dark soul. I can never go a day without walking normally through the hallway without hearing the words "hey loser, still single? Ha! why am I even asking no one would ever want to date you. Why? would someone never date me because of a nerd with no life as well as a freak whose parents only care about her grades. My parents are just the typical asian parent type , the one who push you to get As, the one who says to you Bs aren't good enough and how even a 98% on a math test is not good enough, sometimes I just want to curl up in ball in the corner of my room and just listen to music and not have to listen to mum nag all day and night on how I am a dumb child. Boys on the other hand are complete jerks, or maybe I'm just saying that because I'm hopeless at this whole "love"thing. The reason that I have never had a boyfriend is because of my parents and my desire to be a good child, my parents say that having a boyfriend will distract you from your studies since you will be always thinking about him, I mean I guess that is true , but , how would I know, after all I have never had a boyfriend.

Despite all the stuff about my parents not letting date, it doesn't mean I can't crush on boys. So let me tell you about this boy that I have had a crush since 8th grade and I am year 10 now, I  know, I know it's super sad and depressing. His name is Nathan Hudson, omg! I get the goosebumps even writing about him, I'm sorry for that stupid cheesy line, but, I can't help it. Whenever I talk about him, I like throw away the dark pessimistic side of me and I'm suddenly all girly and screaming inside on how hot this boy is, and he legit makes me feel like I'm in heaven. His blonde hair is just perfect, every time he hair flips it makes my heart scream ,but, after he does it a lot like a constant  movement of his hand through his hair it gets quite annoying, other then that tiny flaw he is legit the perfect guy which makes him way out of my league. Ok, I don't really want to go into detail about how he is out of league I just really want to keep on describing how prefect he is. His smile is cute, it makes him look way more friendly then everyone else sees him, as well as his whole body being a god. Using my stalking skills and my social skills, which I have very little of , this is what  I know about him. He plays football as well as hockey , he also is very smart I mean for a very hot and mr popular guy, he is very smart which isn't expected for someone like him. Nathan is also is all my classes, well the main ones like math, science, english and humanities. Which is also perfect for me since I get to stare at him for an hour each class.The best thing is that my locker happens to be right next to his.

"Brooklyn!!!,  your gonna be late for school!!"

Great, just what I need ,my mum is nagging me. I quickly grab my bag and head out the house to the car where my mum is waiting for me and , as expected as soon as I step into that car the nagging starts, but, I don't really want to talk about that, since my mum always manages to say something awful to me.

Finally when I get to school, I stand right in front of the school doors.

"Ugh" I say out loud

I really don't want to be at school its like the living hell and i hate the people in except Nathan and my best friend. That leads me the topic let me tell you about my best friend, Emma Tri. Emma and I have been best friends since 6th grade, we are lucky our parents are that cheap to send us to the same school , Emma tries to help me with my boy troubles but she just ends up making it a whole lot more awkward but she is very cute.

"Brook!" I heard my name I spun my head around to find my best friend looking cute. she had a blue denim jeans  with a white top, its simple but classy.

Then I look down at my outfit, I thought I was proud of what I had chosen to well mainly because  I spent a good amount of time in the morning figuring out what I was going to wearing. 

"You look so flipping gorgeous, Brook!"My best friend squealed

I didn't think I looked good, I just thought, I looked plain.

But to avoid arguing back and forth, I just smiled and said 

"Thanks Emma"

We walked with our arms linked with each other into school, I walked to my locker,  but, then I had forget that I had my arm linked with Emma's, I dragged her to my locker ,until I finally released her arm. I went to my locker,  only to find Nathan Hudson standing there causally taking books out of his locker, I took a deep breath and walked towards him.

"Hey" I said with smile 

I really should I have hi-fived myself right there that was like the first confident think I have ever said to Nathan in my life.

He returned the gesture

"Hey Brooklyn" He smiled

I died inside slowly just at the moment my full name and a cute smile together that is like heaven! .

Nathan and I are friends, I trust him, but we aren't that close, but,  I plan to become closer in the near future.

"We have math first period , right?"He asked

"ye.a..h..h" I said with a stuttering tone.

Damn it! I punched myself too hard, because then I let a really big scream.

"OWWWWW!!" I yelled 

"Are you ok?" Nathan asked

"yeah,  just me being me" I said

I think he was kinda weirded out since he walked away with a suspicious smile on his face.

"I guess I'll see you in class" I yelled to him as he walked away

He gave me the thumbs up gesture .

Great, I said to myself I'm just fantastic at flirting.