I Remember You (Editing)

Chapter One: Blue Eyes and The Grinch That Stole My Virginity

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People tend to look at me differently than they do others, and I can tell, I hear the whispers and the rumors, though I pretend not to. Most people are polite, they at at least attempt not to stare, I guess they're trying to be nice to me. Those are the ones who I appreciate, others don't even try to hide the fact that they think I'm weird.

I guess I'm weird, in a sense. I'm not like other kids who talk to their friends all class, in fact I only have one friend, and I don't go to parties, or eat in the lunch room. I usually eat in the library, curled up in one of the comfortable padded chairs with a book, which is much better than having thousands of kids stare at you like you're crazy.

Then that makes me think, what is normal? If I'm weird then what is the normality? For my to be a whore and lose my virginity at some sort of 'Hook Up' as the children my refer to it. Or is it to barely pass classes and never study? To be surrounded by a group of freinds? If that's the case them I failed at being normal horribly, yet that somehow sounds more cliche than I wished.

Let me start over. I go to a private school, my parent figured it'd be best for my education. And it was, the programs were amazing, the teachers were helpful, everything from an educational standpoint was amazing. The only problem is...almost everyone here is filthy rich, materialistic, nosy, and generally judgmental. They have some sort of cult-like belief in this school, separating populars, (the rich hot ones) from outcasts (the poor ones with good grades). They are spolied, and have the set idea of what people should be like, anyone who deviates from that is...well, a freak.

I am one of those quote unquote freaks.

My only friend is Sihara Sparkman, or what everyone else calls her, Cici; Cici and I have been friends since we were little, which explains why a popular girl friends with someone would be like me. She was no doubt one of the 'popular kids.' She had many followers, both males and females drooled over my bestfriend and it wasn't hard to see why. Aside from her looks Sihara's, personality is endearing amd people tend to natrually gravitate towards her out outgoing personality. Cici understands me like no one does. She's the only one I can talk to.

"Ken!" My body jerked at the sound of my name being yelled, ugh.

Cici knows I hate loud people. I have the slightest feeling it's why she yells.

My best friend calling me snapped my train of thinking in half. My own eyes glanced around the hallway to see people looking at me with questioning stares. It was a natural reaction, somehow my eyes always wanted to to make sure I wasn't being watched. Which, lucky for me, happened a lot. With people's gaze on me, I wanted to shrink into the oversized hoodie that hung around my thin frame in a baggy fashion.

After seeing the looks several people gave me I shifted my eyes behind to me to the dirty blonde I knew as Sihara Sparkman, narrowing them in pure annoyance.

Her long curly hair was tied into a bun with a few stands hanging lose. Cici had a body to die for, curvy in all the right places, she wasn't fat, although we joked that she was. Most people would call her 'thick,' regardless she was beautiful. Impossibly beautiful. Then again, somehow everyone here was impossibly beautiful.