It's been two weeks since the beginning of school and my world has been flipped upside down. Carter had gotten a boyfriend. His name was Harvey and he was sweet. I had started distancing from Winnie and that hurt a little. She now had a little group that she met with in homeroom every morning. Their names were Sawyer, Cameron and Abigail. They named themselves the CAWS and they acted pretty happy together. I was happy for everyone but I couldn't see myself doing anything new. Sophomore year seemed to change everyone except for me. I still sat in the same seat with the same notebook and in the same clothes as I did last year. I was frustrated with this realization.
I sat in class that day with a heavy heart and a yearning mind. I couldn't shake the thought that I was left behind in this transition of highschool.
Was there something wrong with me? Was I just not good enough? Should I try to change my style?
I thought for a while and marked down some stuff in my journal. After the bell rung I rushed out of class to my locker. I put away my textbook and got ready for first hour.
Ew, biology.
I took my notebook out and closed my locker. I walked over to carter and the CAWS and saw them talking. I don't know why but my heart gave up on trying to talk to them normally. I walked to bio and sat down in whatever seat I found comfortable.
I sat toward the back and listened as she gathered our homework sheets and gave us notes to jolt down.
One thing that was different is that I was so much more focused on school. I had made sure to write down all of my notes and study for tests better. Which seemed to work since I've been acing all my classes.
I felt proud of my 4.5 gpa. Yes I know I'm not number one in this school. Not all of us can be genius freaks, but I'm pretty proud of where I stand.
I laughed to myself as I thought of the one kid who was the smartest in the school. He definitely didn't get anything in the looks department but hell he seemed to know everything.
Bio passed by quickly as I was pulled out of my thoughts by the bell ringing violently in my ears. I scowled at the sound and packed up my stuff.
I headed off to second hour which was by far my favorite class. I sat in the back like I normally do and pulled out my sketchbook from the bin that was next to me in the shelf.
I opened to the drawing I had started yesterday.
It's creepy to admit but I had drawn Ryan. I don't know what it was about him but he's so dreamy. I guess being a teen had put a stump in my 'all guys are gross' mindset. He was just... alluring. I had drawn him from memory which is what I was best at. Some people had complimented the way I was able to draw. They say it's a gift to just be able to pull something out of your ass like that but I didn't see it as a gift. I just saw it as normal. I've always been able to do that with everything. Writing and drawing were my fortes. Creativity was embedded into every seam of my being. It was the easiest way for me to express myself.
I sighed as I continued to shade Ryan's jawline. Damn, he could cut diamonds with those babies.
His eyes were a crystal blue and trapped all of my wonder inside them.
Was I falling for someone I've only talked to once?
Damn... I am.
Ryan walked into class a couple minutes after the ball rang and gave an apology to the teacher. The teacher brushed his empty apology off and told him to sit next to me. I quickly closed my sketchbook as he came over and drew on another incomplete drawing.
"Hey. It's Kaida right?"
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Cool." He said as he nodded and looked back at the teacher who was giving directions. I looked at him occasionally through my peripheral vision. I blushed when he'd smirk and it would make my tummy turn. He seemed to not care who he was around which made me overthink.
Will he like me ever?
God I hope so.
What am I saying! I've only talked to him twice.
But those eyes.
Lord save my teenage ass.
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Generation VI
Teen FictionKaida was a normal girl until sophomore year. Not only did her friends change and keep secrets, but Kaida had secrets and growth of her own COMPLETE