My story

Senior year

The summer after junior year sucked immensely.
Depression still in a pit, and bullying still there.

But starting senior year, all the drama toned down quite a bit.
Most people seemed to get over the drama.
There still were people that were angry, and hated me.
But at this point, I was so used to it.

I dyed my hair a bright purple right after school started, for I wanted something new and wild.
People liked it, and I fell so in love with my new look.

I also ended up having English class with my now, very good friend Al.
I love that we always coincidentally ended up in the same English class.
My feeling for him began to develop, but I never admitted to him, well because we were good friends, and I was terrified to ruin something else in my life.

We were always making faces at each other in class, and laughing, and would always switch seats when we got the opportunity so we could be closer together.
He made senior year much easier, with all the smiles he was able to give me.

My other classes were lots of fun.
I was in piano, theater, and photography.
These classes helped me express a lot throughout senior year, and im so glad I took them.

But of course, what was a normal school year to me?
Did I even know normal anymore?

November of 2017, I met a boy.
And his name was Michael.
I recognized him, for he was a couple years older than me, and graduated in the class before mine.

He was tall, with long shaggy hair and a beard.
He wore band tees and flannels and a skull ring, and played guitar in a hard rock band.
He was the epitome, of perfect to the little emo heart I had.

I met him at my friend kitty's birthday party.
His band was playing that night for her birthday.

I remember at night after he performed, he was standing alone as the rest of the band cleaned up their set.
I eventually gained the courage, to walk up to Michael.
He was almost as shocked as I was.
We both began talking, and I was so nervous, my mouth raced and words just kept spilling out.
He told me to take a deep breath and relax.
So I did.
We continued talking the rest of the night, and were flirting nonstop.
I remember I pulled that whole cliche, 'oh I'm so cold' lime on him.
And I ended up wearing his jacket.
By the end of the night, we both ended up laying down together in the bounce house, just laughing at each other's stupid jokes as you tickled me like crazy.

This was a new feeling to me.
I felt so close to him already, and I felt my heart race the second we got close.

I started falling, before even asking myself if I should be.

He seemed good, right?

But I guess, I really should've not been so naive.
The heart can really make you blind at times.