The Liability Of Finding My Starry Sky

Chapter One: Badoom! Ouch!

The Liability of Finding My Starry Sky

 

Chapter One: Badoom! Ouch!

 

Inhale..Exhale..one..two..three..Okay, so this is a story about finding my starry sky. My starry sky is like a little but perfect romantic moment under the full moon with all those stars in the dark blue sky. But unfortunately, I think I’ll be old by the time I get it or worse never. You see my environment or should I say, civilization is actually very conservative where touching, as in a simple handshake, hug, pat, or even playing thumb war IS really abnormal to people. When you do touch, people here will think that you have something going on or the annoying thing ever, they think the GIRL is flirty. Crappy, isn’t it? In short people here have vindictive minds.

I’m a senior at my school. I’m not a nerd or anything maybe a bookworm but that doesn’t really matter. I’m an average girl in this world. The ones who rule the high school hierarchy are the nerds, pretty nerds, athletes, socialites, officers, and pretty nerd-athletes. People like them are what they call ‘Popular’. They have their own little world, and before I forget most people in that group already has and had boyfriends and girlfriends.

Anyways, the problem about my ‘starry sky’ moment is,

1.            I have no crush or I don’t like anyone

2.            This school is too conservative for prom

3.            My parents will want to meet that guy

4.            My parents won’t allow me to explore the world and hopefully meet someone- overprotectiveness

5.            I rarely have privacy

6.            I guess I’m a bit anti-social

7.            I freak out when a guy accidentally touches me or touch me(I always have a hand sanitizer)

8.            I guess I’m a man-hater

 

I know, I’m a bit of a creep but anyways…I don’t care.

 

 

I finish the prologue of my story on Novlit, a website where amateur writers write stories, and turn my desktop off. Unlike any teenager that I’ve read on novels, I don’t have a perfect life. I have three siblings which make us four plus my parents, so we’re six in the family. I share my bedroom with my sister; I study in a very anti-social school which makes me anti-social as ever,

And if you wanna know the rest you can look up. I’m writing a story based on my personality and my life status but that story won’t be about me. It’s about how I want things to be.

Now, I’m on faceit.com and I scan the pictures of my ‘so-called friends’, not really planning on even liking any of it except when people post good quotes, music videos and other things that I have interests on. I am not a fan of taking selfies and pictures of myself, the thought actually annoys me. People can be so full of themselves but I don’t say anything. That is how they want to live their lives.

I held my phone and looking at the time. It reads 8:11 pm, I need to start my homework in physics. How I hate that subject and also how the teacher teaches it. I look at my little Yorkshire dog and she stared back. She gave me a sad puppy look when I held my Physics notebook. She’s so cute. I smile at her “It’s all right, Zuri. I can do this. Now go to sleep”. I told her and she laid her head down to her little bed and just stared at me. “I’m lucky that my sister lets you stay in my room” I mumble while reaching for my bag to get my other stuff so I can get started with this crap. When I got ready, I sighed. “God is with me” I mumble for strength. “LET’S DO THIS!” I exclaim and Zuri barks at me with determination.