Something about Rose

Hannah

  
   When I was a kid I'd write stories and draw pictures all the time. All my teachers thought I was a creative genius, now I get in trouble for my so called "creative genius." Every day I go through the same old, same old. Wake up get dressed, skip breakfast, brush my teeth, then set off to another boring school day...

Today was just like any other boring lectures, gross cafe food. Assignments and tests full of things Teachers say you need to know, but everyone knows you will never use in the real world.
I try and keep to myself especially during lunch and in the halls but I couldn't help but take notice of Hannah, she seemed sad. I could tell people were whispering when she walked by, and that look on her face was one I'd never seen before. In all my years knowing Hannah I've never seen that expression on her face. She didn't look up and her usual glowing smile was gone and in it's place a small but visible frown. You could tell she had been crying, but why? What had her so upset? I thought to myself.

Nevertheless I continue about my day pushing Hannah to the back of my mind. After all she chose not to be my friend after all. I figured it be best to stay out of her business. She has plenty of other friends who are way more cool and popular than me.

I thought a lot about Hannah on the walk home. As much as I hate to admit it I miss being her friend, I doubt she feels the same way though. Going into high school I thought it was just gonna be me and her like always but boy was I wrong. In elementary Hannah was my only friend. All the other kids picked on me for my small ears, glasses and overall appearance. It didn't help my dad was known around the school as the drunk dad who falls over and can't help but make a fool of himself.
Hannah was the only one who didn't laugh and didn't seem to mind that I had no other friends and no one liked me. We were there for each-other and I didn't think that would ever change, boy was I ever naive.

Everything was fine when high school started or so I thought. We even had 4th period math together, our teacher Mrs.Brown was the coolest.
Mrs. Brown would even let us sit together, we did more talking then work but she didn't seem to mind. For a while I actually didn't mind having to go to school it was easier than being  home having to watch my father waste away. 

Hannahs always been very pretty. You can't help but notice her long blond hair that's always brushed to perfection and smells of roses. Hannahs not exactly tall but she isn't short either she's always kept fit and has model legs. She was born with perfectly straight teeth that are so white they practically sparkle. She always carries herself with confidence and a smile, I used to jokingly tell her, "I'm gonna go blind one day from that smile of yours."
We used to laugh together a lot, so much so that after sleepovers at Hannhas I'd go home with a sore stomach.

Not long after high school began Hannah started making friends whilst I didn't. We were slowly growing apart and it didn't help that the boys were taking notice of her good looks and hadn't seem to notice me. She quickly got caught up in being centre of attention and somewhere along the line she forgot all about me. She stop sitting with me in library at lunch and didn't even seem to notice or care that we were talking less and less soon she wouldn't even say hi in the hallways. Every time I would try and approach her she'd be surrounded by people and too busy talking to everybody else but me!
It really hurt to see her go, but eventually I gave up on trying to stay friends with Hannah and began to focus more and more on school.