Picture Perfect

Prologue

I'll never really understand boys. They are such a complicated thing. There can be really sporty and muscular jocks, then there can be those where they aren't interested in any kind of sports or social parties. They like sitting in their basements, playing with action figures. But that's not my point, my point is that they are all over the place.

They like one girl, but then they cheat on them. Some boys are players, some boys are so obsessed with a girl they can't get them out of their heads. Girls are like that too. Every bit of it. Only some are prissy, and just care about what others think about themselves. No one else.

I once was like that, prissy, only care about themselves type. But I was able to catch it, before I was lost forever. It all started my Junior year in high school. I was the type of girl where she didn't care if my outfit was cute or not. I mean, it's not like I was ever going to see these people again.

I was also on the school newspaper, so I was never in any pictures. Just one picture of the group of newspaper reporters for yearbooks. And that was only once a year. Also, out of the 4 years I was in high school, I never had one boyfriend. People thought I was weird not ever having at least one boyfriend. I never cared what people thought of me, only my scholarship to collage and education.

Rarely I would come to events. Like Homecoming, didn't go. House parties, every once in awhile. If I didn't have any homework. The only reason I went into newspaper is because my parents wanted me to make some friends. And I liked writing.

Nobody ever messed with me. Mainly because of my older brother, he's a jock. His name is Alex. He's 6 foot, muscular, quarterback, and he's one of the populars. Unlike his younger sister younger by only by ten months. Who is head of newspaper, which only have 4 members including me.

My brother would often go from one girl to the next within a week. This was normal for him. He would break probably 5 girls hearts every school year, but they would keep on coming back. I never expected that I would do the same some day, breaking a boys heart. While I was consumed in my popularity, I never thought that I would hurt the ones I loved. Especially the one I loved most.