Y'know? I've always known my life sucked. But I never thought it could actually get any worse from this. Seriously, give a girl some slack. I'm that mousy girl in the back of the room no one sees. The no one. The unpopular. Whatever the hell you wanna call it. It's really all the small titles on the side that get you. I personally think there could be less of them. Maybe one or two instead of the twenty million we hear everyday. How bout popular, neutral, and unpopular? Sums it up pretty easily in my book. You don't have to bother remembering who's a jock and who's a cheerleader, a nerd or a prep. It just has those three easy titles. And that's what I intend to categorize everyone as from now on. If you have a problem reading it, then you can close this book right now and give it to someone who can actually appreciate the thought behind it instead of the idiot you are. Oh, sorry. Not idiot, more like uneducated.
I'm tired of getting things taken away from me. Honestly, I am. Every time I find that one best friend, they get snatched away from me like a toy out of a toddler's hands. I can sometimes find myself to be the luckiest girl in the world to have yet another person to take me into their arms and consider me a friend. And it's usually one of those people you never expect. The football star. The head cheerleader.. Your crush ever since sixth grade. People you don't deserve. Because when you're shy and quiet you can't trust to have a friend as nice and understanding as some. When you think someone finally understands you and you actually think you can unwind and show that more open side of you, they disappear. Taken by the one person you should actually be able to trust. That one 'diamond in the rough' that decided to take you under her 'wings'. Stupid cheerleaders.. They got whatever they wanted, even if it means taking your best friend's crush from right under her nose. First it was Andrew, the most known football star here at our school, and then it was Steven.. I've liked him ever since that first day in sixth grade for god's sake. And I saw him first.. That counts for something, right?
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I had walked into the middle school that rainy day, having nice clothing, make up, and my hair done nicely; Courtesy of my mother unfortunately. I could barely see my own features once she was done with me. The thick but carefully applied mascara, a light blush, and a rosy colored lip gloss. I had to admit, the light make up did make me look slightly more attractive. Though, not by much with the baby fat and odd clothing of mine. I was still shy then, holding my arms in just the right way to cover my mid section and not talking if I could help it. Not to mention my embarrassing stutter. Any time someone came up to me, I would stutter helplessly as I looked for the right words. Thank goodness that had left near my first year of high school.
Though, as that first day of middle school started and I walked into my class, it sort of felt like everyone else in the crowd disappeared. I could see that one boy with the light hazel hair and blonde highlights, and him only. With his gorgeous ice blue eyes. If I could go into detail on his hair now..It was the color of the lightest tree bark, mixed with a natural honey blonde to complement it almost perfectly. Wait, yes, perfectly. There was no almost perfect to this boy. And his eyes could make any girl just melt despite the icy look to them. They were the softest of blues, almost the color the sky is at sunrise. And I do not say that loosely. The sky has a way of making beautiful beginnings and endings to the day and with each comes a beautiful set of colors that are nearly impossible to replicate. To think this boy had been born with the sunrise eyes and the twilight colored ring that laid around them. It was something that could truly make you want to stare into them for vast periods of time. Though, it was a shame the boy could notice you staring and cause you to blush that sickly bright red.
I had stopped walking by that point in time to notice all of his perfect features, causing a slight hold up in the doorway. Someone pushed me through finally, making me stumble and then fall onto the coarse school carpet that only they had. Every other sensible person would think to buy the whiter, softer carpet instead of this unpractical death trap. It would leave dents in your elbows and knees with the soft, rounded marks that had each fiber somehow woven into your skin for a five minute period. I threw my hands out in front of me to catch myself on the devil carpet, my things already far out of my hands since I had tripped. I could hear the muffled giggles and laughs from my apparent classmates, making me blush an easy scarlet that I had not known possible at the time.
