The Sky

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It was just an ordinary day. I'm just an averagely genius girl. It works. Did you know that if you can come up with a sarcastic reply to what somewhat said within 10 seconds of them saying it, you are 15% smarter than someone who can't?

Well guess what. It takes me 1.5 seconds to come up with one. Yeah, I've timed it. 1 second when talking to guys. You would think that I'd get nervous when talking to boys like most girls, and that I would lose my witty sense, but no way has that ever happened. I'm even faster.

I think it's because they intimidate me. I don't like letting people into my little personal bubble. It's my place, not yours, not my parents, not friends- really, the only thing allowed in my bubble is food. Cause, well, food is awesome. And you have to be able to eat it somehow... But that's besides the point.

Speaking of guys, here comes the jerkiest guy in my school. If jerkiness is even a real word.

Ah, Sterling Fault. Sounds like the boy has too many faults. Nope. He is the definition of perfection- dreamy blue eyes, shaggy caramel-blonde hair, and a tan completion that radiates heat like the sun. That one earned a tiny snicker from me on the inside. Stupid stereotypes.

"What's up, Sapphire?" said aforementioned jerk wad.

"The sky," One second. Told ya.

"Hardy har har. So, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Sparks tonight to work on homework?" Sparks was the "cool kids' hangout" as some would say. I try to stay away from there. Too many idiots surrounding me.

"Yeah. I'll do that as soon as I lose my sarcastic ability." Little did I know, a tragic little thing like that could actually happen.

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