this is the story of me , my life . im actually....normal except for the lack of conversation or should i say communication with guys.sad isn't it ? yeah so life goes on being me the anti sosial kid in the dark corner eating corn dogs... lol just kidding .i'm not a loner i'm just quiet to a certain occation or time but really sometimes i really dont know what to talk to someone i barely knew.i have friends , lots of them but non of them are real.
Fake. thats what i'm talking about .they acted like they care but in reality they dont . sucks to be in the so called 'popular group " as if.chasing for popularity will lead you to nowhere.since last year i started to avoid the popular group with my besties because we know if we kept on hanging around them we will be like them . stuck-up assholes.
during time to time they will call me or ask me to go to a party with them, sometimes i go because well we humans attend to get bored easily.now senior year i will focus and not to be dragged by the jocks or play around i mean thats what you gotta do to go to yale.
Standing beside my best friend next to my locker talking about random things because its our senior year so theres prom and other stuff which i dont really care.
i dont really like going to prom because when you go to prom you will need a date and if you dont everyone will think you're a loser who dance alone .i'm find going with my friends but they have their dates.every year the same thing happens . i mean man do i look like shawn the sheep ?
Kenzi Bright , my best friend who knows me so well. she's pretty , funny and likes to joke around.her medium blonde hair brushes her shoulder naturally . she's 5'6 and im 5'3 ...yay me i love being the short one .note the sarcasm
my mom once told me that its the expression on my face , so serious that will shut people off. she told me its fine because modals face are like that , serious . just like me she said. who the hell believes that ?
im about to enter the gym class with my gym t-shirt and shorts on.i have to admit that this school are so dumb to create such a small size t-shirt and the short just below of your butt I mean cant they think ? it makes us innocent girls look like a slut. wow innocent....
i'm still talking to kenzi about last summer and suddenly something hit me on the arm making me whimper out of pain.
"dude you hit a girl " the blond guy gush at his friend behind me . my arm feels numb .shit it really hurts.
"sorry did'nt see you there" a husky voice said so close to my ear that i can feel his breath on my earlobe.i was so nervous by just hearing that gorgeous voice.
by the time i turn around around i was pushed by kenzi and collide with Ethan , strangle on the floor . i tried to entangle myself , yeah guess what ? worse thing happen.
my face was pressed against the crook of his neck , our chest glued and i'm sure he might feel my heartbeat make a concert in there.
shit shit shit
damn he smell good...
oh gosh think straight
i tried to get up but two strong arms wrapped around my waist to hold me steady . i look at Ethan aand our eyes locked .
