To Early Too Be Happy.

Life Isn't Just A One Way Street

                                   -Brielle-

Have you ever had that feeling of being watched? Yea that weird feeling that you are being watched but don't know by who or where they are its a stressful feeling... actually everything about my life is stressful, Hello in Brielle in 15 as of this month and this is my first year of high school, sure that seems like so much fun right? Not when all your parents do is talk about college and getting a scholarship.  

(I feel that only happens because in the only girl.. I don't know)

Actually i'm the only child.. is this normal for kids my age? i mean its like 4 years away what the hell?

Sorry about the questions. Lets continue, i feel like someones watching me while i walk to class but i don't pay attention to it much i make it to my class and the feeling goes away maybe they were in the hallway. 

English.... Oh great Mrs. Bitch my favorite, let me explain My School Sucks! all we do is homework or well work the only teachers i really like are math and art, the English teacher is blind and retarded (oh no rude words :0) but still she is! 

I sit in class on my phone like everyday occasionally do a worksheet so i don't fail Oh i didn't mention that 

My parents check my grades everyday to make sure its all A's and B's all the time sounds like a great life right? an only child with strict ass parents just the perfect life.

(i need to stop being sarcastic) 

This probably has horrible grammar actually i am trying thought it may not seem like it i am i swear! There's the feeling again, i take out my headphone and look up straight into the new kids eyes.... Oh My God... their the beautiful mix of blue and green... and a little black? he holds a smile on his face while we have keep our eyes locked "Emit you will sit on the second row, Across from Brielle" he smiles wider and sits next to me.

In all black with straight shortish dark brown hair... holy hell he is perfect, he looks over at me and smirks lightly "see something you might like?" definitely. "What?" i whisper back to him "do. You. See. Som---" i cut him off "i know what you said i was wondering why you would think i would like you?" i flip my hair off my shoulder and look at him he smiles and looks away.

 Right before class ends he hands me a paper that reads 'Text Me Beautiful Brielle' and his phone number i smile at the thought of him... Perfect is the only word i can think of for him.  

i hurry out of the class and to lunch where i find an empty corner to write in, let me explain this to... i don't talk to many people and by many i mean one, anyway while i was writing peacefully! Emit came and sat right next to me smirking like a retarded fish 

"what do you want?" i look over my shoulder at him "well hello cranky, i don't exactly have any friends i was hoping you would be one?" his smirk fades into a frown "i never really have had a lot of friends..." i look him in they eye and smile, He's like me.

anyway at the end of lunch we have one more class which was boring, fast forward its the end of school thank god, i'm walking home when i see... him.. yea know Him as in Mr, Perfect, or the guy of my dreams, Emit Smith. 

we ended up walking home together weird right??? we have seen each other so much recently its confusing and seems like its not a coincidence, when i get home he walks me to the door and smiles "thank you for everything Beautiful Brielle" i blush lightly at his nickname for me "for what?" he just smiles more and walks away but before he does he grazes my hand.. i feel it definitely it tingles and i feel electric shocks up my arm, holy shit i sound like a actor from a cheesy romance movie.

'I just wanna sleep' i think to myself while laying down, drifiting, thinking.  

Of Him 

Of Emit