Love is Love

Chapter 1

Love is Love1

Chapter 1

I pulled my blankets over my head. My alarm beeped it's obnoxious beep until I let it automatically shut off. Happy birthday to me. I just have to survive the first day of school, and then I can go home and celebrate my big day with my parents. School picked a good day to start, why didn't anyone tell them it was my birthday! Ugh, why am I so sarcastic, I'm not even funny, I think as I sleepily hobble over to my closet to pick out an outfit. I throw on a pair of jeans and a striped shirt. It's just school, right? No one cares what I look like. They're all too focused on what they looked like to care, caring being something I never do.

As soon as I get dressed, I go down the hall and up the stairs from my room in the basement. I could smell the cinnamon pancakes from the kitchen. Mom is always so good about making breakfast for me and my older brother, Caleb. He's going to be a senior this year at McMillan High. I'm going to be a sophomore. It seems like he eats as much as two horses do in a day at one meal. Mom and Dad say he's "having his growth spurt," but I just think it's another excuse for eating a lot.

"Thanks for the pancakes, Mom," I say as I pick the top one up from a pile of others. "Yeah, thanks," mumbles Caleb with a mouthful of pancake.

"Please, Caleb!" Mom yells. I roll my eyes and pick up another pancake.

"Eat fast, the bus comes in 40 minutes and I can't have you two miss the bus today. I have an important meeting," Mom says, and we both nod.

"Ohhh, don't forget I have soccer practice later today." Caleb was convinced that none of us could remember his playing schedule. I always feel that if he could choose soccer and his teammates over us, he would.

"Oh, yeah, don't forget that I have NOTHING after school today cause my invisible friends decided to hang out without me," I grumble. I've been in the same school district since I've started school, and the only friend I made moved away two years later. It was really nice having someone. I actually felt a little happy once. But then Chloe moved to Arkansas, which is really far from where I am in Salt Lake City, Utah. And I became virtually depressed.

"Please, Naomi, try to be a bit more positive."

I groaned.

I went downstairs back to my room when I finished my pancakes and a glass of milk. I didn't feel like talking to people anymore. I just wanted to go to my room and watch YouTube. I have a channel, and I used to post videos often, but now I just use the account to comment and like other people's videos. I had about 20,000 subscribers back then, and when I stopped posting, they got pretty disappointed. They commented things like "where are you" and "we miss you" and "come back." It was nice to have 20,000 people caring about you. But after a while, they just stopped. My number of subscribers kept going down to 19,000, then 17,000, then until finally, I had only 300. Those 300 people kept me going. They had probably forgotten to unsubscribe from me, but they kept me thinking that there are some people out there who have never met me, and still want to know what's going on.

"Bus is here!" I heard from upstairs, ruining my flashback. "Come on, Naomi!"

"Coming!" I yell back.

The bus. The vomit yellow, disgusting bus where wherever you choose to sit, you cannot avoid seeing chewed gum on the back of the seat in front of you. I sit in the same spot as always, in the front, right behind the driver.

"Hi, Bill," I say to the driver as I take my seat.

"Hey, Naomi, how's it going?" He cheerfully responds. Bill is amazing. From the entire time I've sat behind him, we've shared stories, had conversations, and he always asks me how I am feeling. He cares about me; he's like a big brother, but 30 years older.

"I'm okay," I say.

"Excited for the first day? I'll bet you make lots of friends today!" he says, smiling. He knows about my lack of friends, and as much as he tries to hide it, he always wants to see if I got someone to like me. It hasn't happened yet, but Bill just keeps reassuring me that it may not be today, and that that's fine, but it will for sure happen tomorrow. That's the thing about Bill; he's always positive.

"I'm as excited as I'll ever be," I mumble.

"That's the spirit," he says.

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When I reach school, I walk to my locker. Though there was no surprise, I was disappointed that no one had decorated it for my birthday. I walked to my first class, Spanish I, ready to be bored to death.

I take my seat. Señor Rodriquez was writing what we would learn about this year. Goody. The only reason I took Spanish was because I need to take it for college credits, and because every one said that it was the easiest.

"Alright, class, welcome to Spanish! Today we will be going over what we will learning this year...." he droned on and on. By the end of class I found myself praying that I pass and make it to Spanish II.

After three more classes, I pull a five dollar bill out of my pocket to buy lunch. After standing in line for 7 minutes, all I got was a (very) salty pepperoni pizza and a (very) bitter apple. Ugh.

The only empty seat is at this other table of loners. There was an unspoken decision that if we all stick together, and don't even have to talk to each other, we look like we are in a "group" and have "friends." There was a new kid added to our sad group from last year. He's really cute. His short dark black hair contrasted from my long red, but our blue eyes had each found their twins. I stared at him all through lunch, and never got tired of it. I wanted to talk to him, but was scared that I would sound like a dork, or that he would not be interested. I mean, a guy like that must have a girlfriend.

Shoot. I'm not that girlfriend.

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