The next day, I wake up, roll out of bed, and nearly have a heart attack when I look in the mirror and see my hot pink hair. Calm down, I tell myself. You dyed it like this. I grin. Then I take a shower and dress in a long black skirt, Converse, and a tight white crop top. I wear a black leather jacket, smokey effect eyeshadow, sparkly eyeliner, and hot pink lipstick. I comb and straighten my hair, clipping it back with a black bow. I wear sliver and black bangles to hide the cuts. I look in the mirror. Not bad. I could almost pass as pretty, if I weren't so fat. I grab my backpack and crutches, then hobble to the bus stop. As I find a seat, I feel people staring. As I sit down 3 rows from the back, I feel a pull at my hair. I turn around, and my heart triple flips. The cute guy from class! Don't embarrass yourself, I tell myself. I blush. He grins.
"Hey," he says. I blush even harder.
"Hey," I say back, trying to be cool but failing. There's an awkward silence. I turn back around as the bus lurches to a stop.
Later, in homeroom, I feel another tug on my hair. I turn around. It's him. I blush again.
"You, know, I thought you were kinda weird the first couple days... Actually just some dorky new kid... But now I see you're actually really cute!" He tells me. I probably look like a blue-eyed tomato at this point.
"Well..uh.. Thanks!! But.. Um, well I'm actually really ugly and fat. I see that you're trying to make the new kid comfortable, but hey, I don't need the sympathy." I tell him. The bell rings, signaling the start of class. I turn around and sit up straight.
A minute later, a note appears on my desk. Without risking a backwards glance, I wait until Miss Reede's back is turned, then quickly unfold the note.
"No you're beautiful! I kinda like u... Wanna hang out sometime? PS my name is Wesley. A heart is drawn beneath it. I smile, turn over the paper, and write
"Aw really? I kinda like u 2 :) sure let's hang out.. After school at the park?" When the teachers back is turned I quickly spin around and put it on his desk.
":) of course if it's for you anytime works"
Well... this is escalating quickly.
The rest of the day, I can't stop thinking about it. After school I text Maggie.
Storm: Okay if I don't come home right away?
Maggie: what are you gonna be doing?
Storm: I sorta got a date with this really cute guy.
Maggie: sorta?
Storm: well yeah I got a date w/ him.
Maggie: okay. Where are you gonna go?
Storm: park
Maggie: okay, be home by 6:00
Storm: okay
Yes! I can do it!! I do a silent victory dance. Just then, cute boy (aka Wesley) walks up. We walk out of school together. As soon as we're on a quiet sidewalk on the way to the park, he grabs my hand. I grab his back. We walk that way, in silence, until we get to the deserted park. There, we sit on a bench. I shiver in the cool November air. Wesley notices and moves closer.
"You know, I really like you, Storm Grey." He says.
I blush. "I like you too, Wesley." I say. It's awkward that I don't even know his last name, yet I'm on a date with him.
We sit there as the sun slowly sinks in the sky. I check the time on my phone. 5:49. "I really have to get going... Maggie said I have to be home by 6:00. I really loved doing this with you." I stand up, and so does he. He squeezes my hand and gives me a quick kiss. I smile and blush.
"Bye, Storm Grey. I really like you. See you next time." I love how he says "next time." I smile, wave, and walk away into the sinking sun.
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My Life is a Silent Hurricane
Teen FictionFor Storm Grey, her name seems to fit the description of her and her life. Acting the part of a tough teen, all hipster clothes, spikes, leather, and black, she acts tough, carefree, and easy-going. But in reality, she's silently screaming for help...
