My name is Amyrrisa Del Prancy and I'm the biggest loser you can think of. My hair has more tangles then a pair of headphones smuggled in a pocket for several years. My acne lines my face as if it were a connect the dot book. I'm a helpless teenager with absolutely no hope in things like the future, miracles and most of all that parasite they call love. I draw instead of study with a desperate need for a buddy. Aren't I a cute little Doctor Seuss?
Today, like most days, started off by me pushing myself of the soft cloud I call a bed. I feel on my face because of me being unwary of my surroundings yet what woke me up was the horror of my own reflection. Although unlike today it was the first day of my last year of the called middle school. 8th to the mother effing grade. I met my teacher today, Mrs. Emmy. She seemed like a charm. Hopefully she is I thought as I brushed my hair without much luck.
I silently cussed to myself because holy moly was this ever so darn painful.
I scattered about to try to put a little effort into what I was wearing. Yet again I failed but I got on my favorite band tee shirt. My Chemical Romance. I put on a pair of skinny jeans while praying it's going to be a tad better then last year. Too young to put on makeup I woke my sister up. She woke up delighted because it was her first year. She got to sleep more so she was pumped with a hint of nervousness she swore not to show. "Jackie come on and get changed for your first day of middle school," I said sterny as she got up like a bear after hibernation. "Yea yea Ami I slept like a baby last night. " she said dreamily. "Luna, the only thing missing is that you wet the bed." I retorted.
I walked the rookie to our bus stop where she anxiously awaited. As soon as the bus arrived I was greeted by my bus driver over the past years. Mr. Stanfill.
"Good morning Mr.Standfill I hope you have a terrific year" I greeted.
"I will Amyrrisa, may the odds ever be in your favor". I lightly smiled at his reference and sat in the front, like all geeks do, with my sister, like all geeks do. The 15 minute drive consisted of my now nervous sister asking as many questions as possible and constant babbling. I have to admit. I was extremely nervous also. Once we were there I stepped outside the mosh pit of people going to class.
I hugged my sister and told her it was all going to be alright and offered to take her to class, but she was too proud.
I stepped into class greeted by my Mrs. Emmy. I quickly found a seat and took out my sketchbook avoiding everyone else's chatting to friends they haven't seen all summer. I didn't have anyone to greet so let's get to drawing I thought. More and more familiar faces came by but not one friend in sight.
The bell finally rung and all my peers quieted down respectfully mostly because they weren't sure if the teacher was nice or mean to their eyes. She explained everything effortlessly and looked around at attendence miss saying my name like every teacher did practically every year.
Before I knew it class was over. I got up and shimmied toward my next class which was near to homeroom. I sat to the very elaborate teacher. She reminded me of Effie Trinket without all the giddy up. There I saw the closest person I had to a friend. Her name was Emma. She was quite optimistic and feisty. I was absolutely astonished with happyness. We talked about summer and all during lunch and I just listened. So popular I already know.
The rest of the day was slow and painful. The teachers were all trying to impress the student but my god they are just boring. All was well and I finished my drawings.
Then I got to fourth period. Definitely not know what I was expecting. All the calm intellectual people were there. Talk about pressure. The smartest kid in school was sitting feet away from me. His name was Henrik Silvani. I can't stress this further but I have the biggest bound crush on him. He was know for his lovely face. He looked like one of those amazingly attractive tumblr nerds. Yes I have to admit I put all my power into not swooning over him. Although, even if he looked like the cracken I would still be found of him just as much. Unlike most girls here. He's so talented in everything he does. Sweeter than the eyes of a puppy coming from then rain. Hardest working person I've gotten the honor to meet. He barely knows my name. I quit daydreaming and erased all thoughts of him in my head. Luckily no one noticed this time.
Yet again more lessons more time wasted in so called knowledge as I quietly admired. Hey I know this will never happen but what's wrong with looking at him just a little? Class ended. I was walking out still drawing. Yep. And bumped into someone.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I said apologetically as I scurried to get my crap. I hoped that I didn't drop anything of theres as I got up.
It was him.
My mind was holy canoleing and our faces were too damn close I say.
His eyes.
I never really realized how golden they were.
My favorite type of eyes.
I'm weird. I thought about how they were masking something. Pain most likely. But how could a guy like him have problems like that.
I snapped out. I was too damn lucky that day.
"Seriously I'm immensely sorry to trouble you. I need to stop drawing in the middle of the hallway," I really felt awful while avoiding further eye contact. "It's okay really, you apologize alot."
Suddenly his hands gently lifted my face my breathing hinched. My heartbeat was literally beating out of my chest.
"Nice seeing you again. Amyrrisa right? Nice shirt."
With that he walked away. Long confident strives.
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