So you're probably thinking, "She said to read on if I wanted to see her prosper! There's been no prospering!". Well that my dear is where you are wrong because you see, all this trouble with Toby, Greyson, and the school boys was going to pay off. Not nearly soon enough, no that would be too fair and as you've seen, life isn't fair. But eventually, I would get a break.
It's my guess that you're not reading this to see my happy ending, you're reading this because you want to see me crash and burn to make yourself feel better. I could be wrong, and if I am save yourself the reading and just skip to the end because it doesn't get better for a while yet.
Anyway, if you want to see me crash and burn once again, please dear, read on.
Not too long after the incident with the boys, I met someone. Really met someone. Not that I hadn't met before, but it was like I was seeing him in a whole new light. Well just my luck, he liked me too and before the day was up I could call him my own. Let's call him... Peter.
Peter. Well I could of sworn I loved that boy. I was so strung up on him, I didn't see myself without him ever! He gave me his Super Bowl sweatshirt and I wore it with pride for 3 weeks. Then it started to unravel. I started seeing other couples who were hugging in the hallways and hanging out after school. Why didn't we do that? We tried once but it just fell apart and never ended up happening. I was annoyed. Why was our relationship not like that? I was uneasy for a week, and right when I was about to cut the line he beat me to it. So, as they say, I got 'dumped'. But it didn't feel like I was dumped. Dumped makes it sound like I was trash without him. But I wasn't! I felt, almost, released. Like I could do anything now. I sprung up the next day with no regrets.
Peter didn't give me what I wanted, but it wasn't a mistake. He showed me exactly what I DIDNT want. So for that Peter, I have to say, thankyou.
I dated a few guys after Peter but no one really worthy of speaking about. But I dont care; I don't discourage easily. I fall down, wipe the dirt off my skirt and walk on. Yes, skirt. I know I know I said I don't wear skirts, but by the middle of seventh grade I was wearing skirts. Hard to believe? It's true. By the time the third trimester rolled around I was a proud girly girl. I was feeling pretty good about myself. And feeling good about yourself is a huge accomplishment I assure you. I think it's worth not one, but two points.
Third trimester. Life: 3 Holly: 2
