Not So Ordinary Life

The Start

Hello everyone! I usually post my stories up and then edit them! I have a great editor! So, please don't hate my story because of the grammar or spelling mistakes. It's for nanorimo and one of the rules is not to edit until after November. I'm positing it up here to see if anyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. <3 

Love, Testthelimits.

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 “I'm coming!” I called out to the two waiting outside. What else was I supposed to say? I've been trying to find an excuse to take longer than need be for the past two hours. I just didn't want to go to the party. I wasn't a party type of girl and compared to everyone else I just didn't fit in.

Zeb was this tall 6'2 boy with blonde shaggy hair and beautiful blue eyes that stood out a mile away. He was gorgeous and he was also the boy I grew up with. Next door neighbours that used to play Pokemon together...for some reason I was always the boy and he was always the girl in our little pretend world, but that wasn't the point. He was a jock to be more specific, someone who was into any sport that involved aggression, and he had a girlfriend who was the typical cheerleader. Her name was Samantha.

Than, there was Dani, who was a girl that stood at about 5'6 with dark midnight black hair and gorgeous blue eyes that once again stood out a mile away. She was a dancer and a wannabe singer that enjoyed jamming out loud enough for everyone to hear her. She didn't have the best voice.

Here I was staring at the mirror as I ran my hands down my hair to try and get it even more flat than it was. I was the typical girl with blonde hair that fell down to the middle of my back and no I didn't have blue eyes like the two I call best friends. I have hazel eyes which I find really pretty. Probably one of my best features.

I was the girl that enjoyed the background to it all. Zeb liked sports, Dani liked dancing, and me? Well I liked reading and taking photos. I wanted to be a photographer so bad, and my room could prove that to anyone who came in.

The room had photos of anything I decided to take a picture of. Some scenery, some animals, some people and some of just nothing. Some came out blurry but I kept them, wanted them, held onto them for memories. Each picture had a date on it and the area the picture was taken in. It was beautiful.

“You know, Watching you stare off into space is kind of fun.” Zeb walked over to me from the door way of my room, giving that usual small side smirk and sitting down on my bed which was a simple box spring with a mattress on top. I preferred it without the frame, I found it more comfier that way. I had two large dark brown book cases that stood like henchmen on either side of my bed, each one had five shelves. One of them was covered with DVD's while the other held books. Directly across from my bed was a white dresser with 5 drawers for my clothes, and my room didn't have a closet since originally my room was meant to be an office. On top of the white dresser held a flat screen television that was tilted to one side because I decided to move it on my own one day and dropped it. Luckily, it didn't fully break, just now sits on an angle. The life of someone accident prone. On the right corner of my room on an angle, on the wall where my white dresser hit was a dark brown flat desk that held a purple laptop on it. The walls, and I mean every inch, was covered with photos of different sizes. On the wall where my bed lay again, right at the top, in a big hand drawn heart held a picture of my parents, my three best friends, and my aunt. One of my favorite things in my room was the large single window that stared at my door since it was right across from it. It was 6 feet tall and about 4 foot three wide. It had two white doors with built in shutters. The double door opened up to reveal that my window didn't have a screen so it was the easiest thing to use when I wanted to sneak out, or sneak someone in.