Noelle
I always thought my life would be perfect when I turned sixteen. And, it may be at its peek of awesomeness, but it sure as hell isn't perfect.
Schoolwork has been...stressful lately:
"You have half the hour to read your textbooks on the Civil War and then we shall take our semester finals." Ms. Donahue spoke, letting the one hundred and something paged book slam on someone's desk. To her defense, there were a lot of pictures and few words but, still. A hundred pages.
Boyfriends have been...confusing lately:
"So.." He mumble as he marched up to me.
"So..." I responded.
"Hey.."
"Hey.."
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner on Friday, but its cool if you don't want to. Yeah, we don't have to. Only if you want to. So.."
"Sure." I said flatly.
"Cool. That's cool, too."
"..."
"...I got to go. See you later, bye." He walks away quickly.
"Okay. Bye, Noah." I whispered.
Best Friends have been ...annoying lately:
"So, Parker is so....Okay, so, one time.... I was all like, 'Blah' and he was all like, 'You're cute' and I was all like 'OMG! YOU'RE THE BEST FUCKING BOYFRIEND IN ALL OF EVER!' and then we made-out." Ashley told me her story with such enthusiasm that it made me want to barf in her face.
"Great story, Ash. I REALLY just LOVE stories about you making-out with your boyfriend."
"So, this other time..." Ashley started, in love too much to catch my sarcasm.
