Sophomore Year and All of It's Lies

Chapter 2: The First Day

Alright, bag, binders, folders, pens, pencils, calculator, ok, good. I can feel the tension bouncing around inside me like a bunch of dancing monkeys. I feel like I am going to hurl any minute now. I am not ready for this....

I tuck my curled dark brown hair behind my ear and pull at my dress, which is borderline breaking the school dress code.

I sigh. I swear, if Adam or Lyle makes a move on me I will knock them into next month.

I guess you can say that I have changed. Physically and Emotionally. I am no longer the nervous freshman who's worried about everyone's feelings but my own, I am a strong, confident sophomore who is in control of her self.

A downside to that is the fact that I don't care. And generally, don't feel. I cannot tell you the last time I felt butterflies in my stomach when I saw a guy. I can't say when I last told a guy that I cared for that I love him. But that didn't matter to me.

I was ready to walk into school and ignore every guy that even looked at me, let alone talked to me. After this past summer, I basically placed Adam in time out, after very angrily telling him that I didn't care about him anymore and to leave me alone. Who could blame me? It was September and the "incident" was still fresh in my head and on my heart.

I blamed no one but him. And I was satisfied with the punishment that I was giving him.

I shook my head and looked back in the mirror.
I knew that this year would be different. I would love this year. My friends and I would have a blast together and our friendship would only grow. I will keep myself busy to prevent thinking about men and their disgusting needs. They were vile creatures anyway.

This year would beat last year for sure!

Well. Of course, that's what I thought on my first day. But there wouldn't be a book if my Sophomore year was a tad bit on the insane side.