The Romeo Juliet law

Week one

This is about me and my love story.....

It all started at my school at Lavence High. I was just starting high school and I was already so dead. I mean who even gets excited about school. For me, school is just about time going on and on that just wastes and numbs your life.

As I walked into the school I plugged my earphones into my iPhone just listened to O.D.D ( Nightcore version of course). Without realizing I was already in my first class. I gladly plugged my earphones back into my ear since he only talked about what we were doing during the school year and what supplies we needed. Basically, it is just a waste of time or more specifically my time. They already give you a piece of paper explaining it. *internally rolling eyes*. Do they think people can't read or something? It's just annoying. Whatever I guess.

Later the bell rang and I was laughing so hard at my phone, standing up I could feel there stares. I stood there laughing even harder for five minutes straight. It almost made me late to class. Thank goodness I have legs that can run or I would have barely made it, I was in my art class which was an AP only there for seniors not including me. At my old school, it was amazing. The school put up a huge fight. Still, my old school prevailed by explaining how I'm the best art prodigy to come out of there school. So here I am. I feel like I should care more. Yet, I can't find the emotions to care at all. Funny enough I was still listening to the song O.D.D when I realized that everyone had already sat down and picked their chair for the year. Ha... Ha... Ha... Oops. Apparently, my seat was next to this really cute kid. He had black glasses, red hair, blue eyes, and he seemed half Asian/half Australian. Not that it mattered nor did I look that hard to notice. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ummmmmmm..... I didn't even notice that I was still listening to the same song till he looked straight at my phone. I started to get anxious waiting for his reply since well, most people don't like my type of music. When I saw his smile and heard him say" hey I absolutely love that song. Most people think it's weird to love nightcore but music is my life and nightcore is the biggest part of it." For some dumb, idiotic, childish reason I had the stupidest smile in the whole world. The one that looked like you were in love. I wanted to hide away and die.

I did the closest thing to it which was turning up volume full blast. While also drawing my heart out. What else could I have done? I worked too hard to get in even though my embarrassment made me want to just..walk out? Geez, why am I so stupid. All my mind was occupied with is why did the first guy I have ever had a crush on have to be him. He is THREE YEARS OLDER THAN ME. In high school, people look down on those types of relationships for some reason.

I managed to ignore him up until there were only 10 minutes of class and the teacher wanted my earphones out. After they were out I looked at what I drew while not paying attention to anything but the music and......gasp. IT WAS HIM!!!!! As soon as that left my lips he said "What, did you not realize what you drew." Not taking his eyes off me he headed to the door heading for his next class. I had a slight shaken up no watching him slip away. All I could see before him leaving was him laughing before making this supper cute, dumb, smart ass, frustrating, Lovely, heart-melting smirk. Quickly snapping out of my trance I headed straight after him. Sadly he left in a hurry with a bunch of his friends. What chance did I have?

Luck was not in my favor because I noticed a bunch of kids from my old school that came up to me. Acting like a bunch of sharks they started to slowly circle me. All I did was hold back tears and start to shake in fear of the memories that keep me up at night. My eyes start watering. Then immediately clenching them as hard as I could. Laughing, they threw my head to the ground with a huge BANG. They called me a spaz and told me that I should have been left at the slaughterhouse's footsteps when I was born. Before leaving they said bye while kicking me hard in my vagina and stomach. The rest of the day I felt incredibly sick avoiding to look up just to make sure all the blood was dry and cleaned off. I was so happy that I got through my first day easier than last year.