Looking For You

Introduction

There's always that one place you want to go; whether it'd be a dream world tour, your favourite band's concert, or something simple like your best friends house to chill and exchange juicy secrets. But my dream place isn't one that was listed.

My dream place is somewhere I can start fresh, and make new friends. It's a ticket to my future and something that would bring memories for many years to come. My dream place is shared by millions around the world, and I'm okay with that. Ambition is what people want in this place. Strong desire to achieve and become intelligent in their strengths, whether it may be maths, a particular sport or a boring subject you have to go through to reach your goal.

And that one place is college.

Northwood High University - to be exact.

Ever since I was a little girl, this college stood out for me. I had no idea what college was back then, but it all seemed like a pretty good idea. My mom told me it's where adults go to study to become what they want. And I believed her.

Then when I got older, I found out more about what college was. Including the cliques, classrooms, parties, football teams - along with the cheerleading squad and bleachers - and of course, the bad boys. I thought that college was easy to get through, but as I neared it my thoughts were turned upside down.

That little girl I used to be watched too many high school movies like High School Musical and imagined everything to be like that. But that girl soon realised it was a lot harder than it looked.

And that girl is named Amethyst Hails.

Well, Aimee, for my own sake.

Aimee Hails. Yeah. That's more like me.

I guess you can say I dislike my name - very much. I'll get to why my parents named me Amethyst a bit later, I just have to straighten some things out before you jump to conclusions and think I have a fiery red bob-cut and listen to heavy metal music. Nope. I'm the total opposite.

So, getting back onto my dreams of going to Northwood High University, I hope too much. But my hopes usually come true. In the past, I hoped that I would make a friend and stay close with her until college. But a lot of my friends disappeared on me and went their own ways to become popular or see the world differently through their eyes. And they've achieved that. I'm happy to see them with a better life than listening to boring Aimee talk about maths equations and homework.

But one friend stayed. Her name is Tabitha Carter. Well, she prefers Tibby. We both dislike our names and it's a coincidence that we happened to meet in our elementary school days. I swear it was fate.

Our personalities are very similar but our physical features contrast. Her straight light brown hair sits perfectly on her back while my boring black curly hair becomes frizzy after about an hour. One of the many things I love about Tibby are her big brown eyes. They're captivating and beautiful, unique in a particular way that brown-eyed people lack of. She has that certain something in her eyes that make boys swoon.

We are both very smart and are high achievers. But Tibby's looks don't make her seem like a school nerd, as I would call her and she would just call me the same back. She is tall, about 5'4", when I'm just about 5'3". Not a very big difference, but you can actually see the height distinction between us when we stand next to each other.

Tibby's tan skin brings out the rest of her features and when I stand next to her looking like a ghost, you can tell which one's been to the beach more than the other.

Comparing one to the other doesn't feel right to do, but we've known each other for a long time that we don't really get upset if we call the other ugly or smelly. We've become like sisters literally. We're never shy around each other and bring out the best and the worst in our personalities.

That brings me to a more personal side of this story. My beloved family. I may have used a bit of sarcasm in that because sometimes they drive me insane, but deep down inside I have reserved a place in my heart for them.

My mom, Peyton, my dad, Antonio and my little sister, Maggie. We're all Catholics and respect God, but my mom is the Jesus freak out of all of us. She goes to church every Sunday and prays for our souls like we're dying in a hospital. But that's mom for you. She has similar features to me, expect her hair is a little lighter than my jet black hair. I guess similar things run in the family, but my dad has dark blue eyes, and me? Well I'll leave that till later.

So now that I've pushed past the biography part of my story, I come to the part where I go deep into my heart and let out all my feelings and thoughts. About boys.

Boys may seem irresistible, charming and gentle, but they can also be jerks that make you want to rip your own hair out. Most boys seem arrogant and up themselves, thinking they're the best and they can do anything, when in reality, they just fall on their faces and get laughed at. Who agrees with me? I thought so.

Have I ever had a boyfriend? No. Never. I guess I could say I don't need one but sometimes when you look at all the loved-up couples making out at school you kind of do feel a sense of envy hit you hard. You always wonder what it's like to have a boyfriend that will love you and protect you from all the dangers in the world. But then there comes heartbreak. That's one thing I don't want to experience.

I have never felt heartbreak before, expect when my hamster died when I was little. But I got over that quick enough to realise it's living a better life than me up in hamster heaven. I can imagine all the passed hamsters running on their wheels and having a conversation in hamster language - probably all squeaks. But anyway, heartbreak doesn't sound hurtful, but I'm guessing it can hit you as hard as a rock.

So in conclusion to the boyfriend topic, love seems open for me. But it will eventually come to me when I least expect it. No worries now.

But there's one thing I've got to remember - don't go crazy over boys the minute I see them. I definitely don't want to relive freshman year again that's for sure. Oh, you want to hear what happened? Okay.

Long story short, I had a guy friend I was really close with and decided to slip a Valentine's Day letter in his locker just to surprise him without knowing it was me, but it turned out to be my crush that I sent it to. Whoops. Wrong locker. My face turned bright red and I couldn't even look at anyone that day. I was so embarrassed.

So, don't follow in my footsteps children. Stay in school and don't come up with any magical ideas. And I mean it!

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A/N

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