- michael -
There she is. Hailey Clarrie-Rose, aka the most beautiful girl in the school - in fact, scrap that - the whole entire world. Is that an exaggeration? Probably, considering I haven't even seen every single girl in the world. Although if I did, I still don't think I'd find one as stunning as her. I'd hate to imagine what she would think if she saw me staring at her right now.
Wow, that sounded creepy. Okay, I wouldn't exactly call it staring, more like... admiring. She's wearing her signature outfit; vans, black jeans and a band tee (today it's Blink 182). Her mahogany hair is pulled back into its usual ponytail, and a plaid shirt is hanging loosely around her waist.
What I wouldn't give to just go and talk to her; to laugh at her cute jokes while her cinnamon-coloured eyes bore into my green ones. She's leaning against the lockers, chatting away with her ridiculously large group of friends. I wonder what they're talking about. Probably boys or some reality TV show. Isn't that what most girls talk about? Don't ask me, I'm a guy. But I know for a fact there's one subject you could never shut Hailey up about - music.
Her music taste is the most varied of anyone I know; she loves anything from Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift to Green Day and Paramore. Sometimes I just wish I could speak to her about her favourite bands, especially since we're both into the same kind of thing. My social anxiety holds me back, though, as well as her ignorance to my existence. It's a weird thing; feeling like you know someone really well, when in fact you hardly know them at all. In a different life, where the word 'popularity' doesn't exist, we'd be best friends.
But the sad truth is, this is my life. This is my reality.
And reality sucks.
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looking for attention (clifford)
Fanfiction"Why do you treat me like this?" "Because it's the only way of getting your fucking attention!"
