Forever

Chapter 2- Age is but a Number

I quickly went through the rest of the day, which every class was practically the same. "Tell me class, what did you do over the summer?" Or "Name a few fun things you did over the summer!". Honestly I could live without answering that question, some people on the other hand, not so much.

I walked home quickly, it was a nice day out, slightly windy and very bright. Yes you your all thinking, duh it's daytime. Well shush, it can be daytime and dark. I only lived about 4 blocks from school so I did that and my back was killing me from carrying books already. I unlocked the door and went inside. I went into my room right away to put my bookbag away and turn on the smelly things, I don't know what there called.

I heard a car pull up and I looked out the window and saw it was my grandpa. I went into the kitchen and hunted for a snack, while he walked up onto the deck. I found one more cosmic brownie and cheered as my grandpa walked in through the door. I like food, food is def bae, I thought. I smiled at my grandpa (his name is John) and I went into my room before laying on my bed and getting on my phone.

I'm probably quite addicted to my phone, okay I am addicted. I have all the "cool" apps, well the ones I like. Instagram, snapchat, twitter, Kik, Wanelo, and yes Wattpad. I was addicted to Instagram first, then snapchat, Kik, Wanelo and then Wattpad. Needless to say I had much to look at it, I finished with one I would refresh and go to the next. I rarely texted because I have no friends, just kidding.

I checked everything, knowing I had maybe 3 or 4 notifications on each, if that. I sometimes (all the time) wished I could have perfect hair and face, but that didn't happen so anywho.

I went to my book bag and pulled out my homework and set to work. Saying I was glad I had homework would be a huge exaggeration, I was depressed at the thought. The first day should be boring yet fun, full of nothing but chatter of useless crap and stuff that happened during the summer. Right? Exactly my point is yet again proven, to kids around my age. Not the people it mattered.

I finished my homework rather slowly, due to the fact I was constantly checking my phone for a text or maybe snapchat. I got one every once and awhile, not enough though. I put my books away and packed up the pencil and such into my bag.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. I thought about the boys who were close to my age and slightly cringed. Some were decent maybe even cute, but hot? Not really, except one...and he is beyond sexy, he is the Sex God. I'm not exaggerating, if anything I'm not even close to what he actually is. Every girl, okay most girls, had a huge crush on him.

I sighed knowing I had no chance with him, which as sad as it was, was probably for the best. I always wished we would get some boy in our grade that was sexy to move here but you know my luck sucks and it hasn't happened yet.

There was one boy though, in the class below who was quite cute. Long pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan. Not to mention he had abs (insert drooling) he was kinda cute but I mean he's a year younger. Actually he's 2 considered his birthday and mine. That was a bummer but as quite a few people say...

Age is but a number.