It was the last two months of school and I was major stressing. As someone with anxiety, OCD, ADHD, and probably many more deformities in my personality, I have been struggling my junior year. And now that this has literally been the worst year of my school life, it had really been weighing on me. I had already lost my boyfriend, my best friend, my siblings, and my mother, and I was just struggling to stay above water with the accomplishments I had made. Through everyone else's eyes I was many things, a slut, fake, a snake, a bitch, depressing, annoying, and maybe even 'wide', if you put it nicely. But, through my father and boy bestfriends eyes, you saw, A+ student, Student Council President, National Honor Society member, Dream Team member, and a Survivor through hell. But that was definitely not how I saw it.
Lets explain...
My mother is a drug addict, and has been for as long as I can remember. She has 5 children, me being the oldest. This summer I went to help her recover to be a good mother to 4 children she had, because I decided in the 6th grade to move to Miami with my father. When I decided to leave 2 weeks earlier than my scheduled flight out of Oregon, my mother disowned me as her eldest daughter and told me to never contact her again. I left and before I got in the car out of there, my brother begged me to stay, and I left him, crying, tears burning through my soul and his. After that, my mother dropped all my siblings off at a friends house and went on a drug bender, dropping off the face of the earth. My siblings got taken to child services and are currently in foster care. My father cant do anything because all of us have different fathers and he legally cant take them in.
My best friend, Dylan Diventor, has been my best friend since 6th grade. He always helps me through my problems and is practically my living, breathing angel. He is football captain, track star, and a hottie, but somehow he still only pays attention to me. He has dark skin, with a black curly box cut fade haircut, and is 6' 4". He has had so many girls want him and if he wanted to he could be the most popular guy in our grade, but he refuses to enter that world, and doesn't have a girlfriend and hasn't had one since we dated in the 8th grade. We figured we were better as friends and we grew closer and closer till we practically had everyone thinking we were dating again last year. In his eyes it didn't matter, so long as he got to go through it with me, the only person who understood him.
My ex best friend Anna Silier, was my best friend since the 7th grade and literally went through the darkest times with me to the happiest days of my life. This last summer when my mother was having a hard time, I went from my home in Miami Florida, to Oregon for the summer to help with my siblings, she stood by my side and called me every night to talk about the events and calm me down. As my absence grew on her she started to grasp another friend, and when I returned I got really jealous and made some dick moves, telling her to choose. She told me that we should take a break and not be friends until I could handle it, and we haven't talked in 7 months. I cried myself to sleep for the 2 weeks after that, because we went through everything together, she lived down the street and I couldn't stop it, because I was the problem. I couldn't bare to throw anything away and still haven't, so I can cry over them when I feel sad. So I could remember her dirty blonde hair and goofy laugh when she did something stupid and her smile when we talked about boys and drama.
As for me, I'm Rose Monteray. I'm a goofy, romantic, teen girl, who loves food and rom coms. I love finding the good in people and trying to make everything better, but sometimes people take it the wrong way and turn my words against me, which is how lots of the rumors started. I have blue and purple hair that goes down to my belly button with brown eyes and a goofy looking smile. I'm currently on the soccer team and was on the basketball team a few months ago. I also have a hopeless crush on a baseball boy. #16. TJ Livinston. We have been flirting hopelessly for the past 3 months and he is the sweetest, most adorable boy ever. He has brown hair in a textured sweep back taper haircut, with green eyes, and a goofy smile accompanied by his goofy giggle and smirk he does when he flirts with me.
My ex, Tyler Hinder, had my heart for 2 years before I broke up with him the second time we dated. I originally dated the tall, white, dirty blonde, green eyed, track star last year in February when he asked me out. We dated for 5 months before he broke it off because he wasn't fully committed and scared of losing me if he wasn't good enough. Then he asked me out on my birthday on October 23, of this school year when he said he finally found himself and wanted to be something again, that he truly didn't know what he did when he broke up with me. He said he wanted me to be his future and that he loved me, as my heart still sprang for him I instantly said yes and broke up with him 2 months later when I felt like I was suffocating in my fears of losing him again and my insecurities hung over me as Anna had left and couldn't help me sort them out. He thought he had lost me because of his best friend Josh Clintok, a tall, tan skinned, fringe texture haircut, with brown eyes and a captivating smile. We had been partners for a month before I broke up with Tyler and Josh being Tyler's bestfriend he didn't want to not trust him, but after I broke up with him he automatically wanted to kill Josh and hated him for a good 2 weeks. He said, and I quote 'I wanna kill him with an icepick.' I tried to explain that it wasn't the case and that me and Josh were just friends, and this is when a lot of people started calling me slut and hoe, because they were jealous of the 3 top track stars being so close to me, Dylan, Tyler, and Josh.
Since then I've been trying to lay low, just stay in my lane and play soccer and live a normal life, but it seems like drama follows me. Dylan tries to comfort me and let me breathe away from all the drama. TJ also keeps me sane because his flirting isn't pressuring, and it definitely isn't trying to get me into the bed. Its goofy flirting, flirting that makes me fall in love with him, flirting that makes me want to be with him.
Its like a constant downhill battle that I keep loosing at, and to add onto the pressure, the principal has assigned me to mentor and help a new Georgia boy come into school, which means if he is cute he is gonna get a lot of attention and people noticing him around me will start the drama up again.
This is gonna be terrible...
