Dreaming. {Ashton Irwin}

01. This is Me

I'm Christina.

Apparently I have it all, the looks, the popularity, money, and the brains. 

I'm like the popular girl, the Queen Bee of the school.

No, not the bitchy kind with her whole possy of side-bitches, but the kind that knows everyone in the school, the kind whose cheeks hurt at the end of the day because of smiling at everyone. 

The kind who everyone wants to partner up with, the kind with an endless amount of secret admirers' notes in my locker, and the kind that talks to everyone, even the supposed "nerds" and "freaks."

That is all everyone knows about me. 

They don't know me.

The full me. 

Except for one person, and that is my bestest bestest friend, Nicole.

In the dephts of myself, this is what I actually am.

I'm a dreamer.

I'm a thinker.

I'm regular.

As regular as you can get, except for my view on relationships.

I've had so many cute relationships, and I long for a different one. So far all of my relationships are just like merry go rounds, the smooth and enjoyable rides. I don't want that. I want a boy who will take my life and I on a huge roller coaster ride. I want to go through the ups and downs with him, hand in hand. 

Sometimes, you'll just find me staring out my window. If you ask me what I'm thinking about, I'll tell you exactly what I was dreaming about, word on word. 

It would most likely be something like this. "I was dreaming, what would happen if I wasn't the picture perfect girl at school? What if I was the real version of myself? What is love? And what would happen if I got my roller coaster boy?" 

But no one ever asks.  

They don't care,

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It's 7:00AM, and I'm beginning my daily routine. 

Being the half-true myself, I have to make myself look perfect but at the same time I have to act like I just threw on some clothes. 

I hop in the shower, letting the warm water relax me. I find myself thinking about all the What-If's again, and before I know it, it's 7:20. 

"Damnit..." I mutter to myself. I quickly do all the boring shower stuff and get out.

I quckly blow-dry my hair and put it into a messy bun, and swipe on some lip gloss, mascara, and concealer where needed. 

I put on the outfit that I laid out the other night (jeans and a daisy crop top that my best friend, Nicole lent to me)  and  walk to Adrian Arts Academy, my earphones in. 

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"Class, I'm introducing four exchange students from Australia to you today," Mr. Brown, my homeroom teacher says. "Calum, Luke, Michael, and Ashton." 

I glance up from my notes and my mouth drops open. Four super-cute guys were standing right in front of me. 

"Damn," Nicole whispers beside me. I nod back at her.

Mr. Brown grinned his toothy grin. "Do you want to introduce yourself, boys?" 

The Asian clears his throat. "I am... Um Calum. Hood. And I'm not Asian."