My Precious Euphoria

8.

hello mi amigos. I'm here and this is an update. Lol but this is the last boring chapter from now on. After this it's gonna be a rollercoaster. Thank you for all of the people who are reading. Please comment to let me know how you are feeling so far about this book. But other than that enjoy! :)

The song for this chapter is, "Clocks" by Coldplay

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Kia

Today was Friday. We made it through our last first week of high school. I was happy. This meant that now it was time to get it together, make the best grades so I could make big accomplishments, to make good decisions that require a successful future.

From now on I was the quarterback of my own game. I would make the plays and calls of what happened next. I would make either a bad decision and cost me the game or make the right one and score a touchdown to gain the winning game point.

My term of football to my reality seems about right in this case. Maybe a little exaggerated but who cares. I mean I am making the plans that I think would be successful for my life. I was just scared of making the wrong choice and letting my team down.

When I say team I mean my family, and coworkers who believe that I can be something bigger than what they were.

I always have doubts. Since I was liked so much by the people around me I'm always scared to fail. I'm scared that to much hope in me will make me fail.

Like the cliche movies where that one sibling was destined for greatness while the other one was told to be a failure. In my case, I'm the kid who was destined for greatness. Everything I did was gold or would benefit for the good of my future just because my parents believe so. But since it's all cliche, the kid who's dreams were told that would never accomplish would always be greater than the other kid. In my case me.

I didn't want to be a failure. I wanted to be successful. The faith my parents have in me causes me to be scared.

What if I really did fail in life? Would they hate me? Would they make fun of me my whole life? Would they see me as a disappointment? My mind always thought of these questions. I don't want to believe my future was in jeopardy. I was just on a constant edge.

The bell ringed signaling that first period was over and it was time for second.

I've successfully made it a week with Nate in the same classroom as me. He sometimes looked at me but I ignored him as if he was a wall that I had no mind paying attention to. I was proud of myself for not being scared or upset. I finally felt that this semester might not be so bad after all....

I admit!

I was going to just switch classes in hopes I could get away from that devil but I thought of how messed up my schedule would have been and the fact that I wouldn't be Emilios partner anymore. That would indeed make me feel like I had lost concert tickets to see my favorite boy band in the front row.

Emilio was someone whom I enjoyed in my presence. Even though I still barley knew him he was very funny and always charming. He would crack small jokes during class but I laughed my ass off.

My laugh was the worst sound on this planet earth. When I first bursted out in laughter in front of him I wanted to shrink. I sounded like a dying donkey. Of course him being like everyone else who was just hearing my obnoxious laugh for the first time. He made fun of me. I was used to it. Everyone gave me weird faces while my friends told me to shut up.

Either way she still made fun of me but ended up laughing. You would find his jokes semi funny but for some odd reason I thought they were the funniest thing in the world. I swore I wasn't trying to exaggerate but it happened. I couldn't help but laugh at his small complaints and jokes about everyone in the room.