Status: In a Relationship

Chapter One

Hi, everyone! This is a new story that I hope you all enjoy =D It's more romantic and humorous and teenage type.  

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I have never been in the spotlight...I never really wanted to be in the spotlight. I mean, yes of course, when your a kid you dream big. You dream about being an actress or a worldwide singer but when you grow up, you grow out of childish things and you think about being a teacher or a lawyer or an accountant. But even then...you're still in the spotlight only on a smaller scale.  

Then you grow even older, like sixteen/seventeen, and...you realise a little thing called love. It just bubbles up inside and warms your soul, makes you be irrational and spontaneous...so I've heard. I have never really been in love...I'll admit I've liked other guys but that was about it.  

Okay, I lied. I have fallen in love, actually I'm in love right now. I love him so much that I want to burst! I want him to notice me so much, but I know it'll never happen. We have been in the same class for as long as I can remember. I sit next to him, I talk to him, sometimes I even hug him...but it's just not enough for me. I want more, I want to be in his spotlight, not as a friend but as a girl he might actually love. That sort of spotlight I don't mind.  

Mental sigh, I really need to get a life. I am so absorbed in someone else's I have a tendency to forget my own life.  

I hear a sharp tap on I'm bedroom door. I spin around in my chair and see my young sister, Alana, peering around my door. I raise my eyebrow and start beating my pen lightly against my light brown work desk.  

"What?" I ask, trying hard to hide my rage for the interruption.  

"Mum wants you downstairs in five minutes..." Alana said, narrowing her eyes, clearly I didn't hide my rage well enough.  

"Okay," I said waving my hand as a sign for her to get lost. I turned back around to face the work book I was drawing in absent minded.  

I have two sisters. Alana, who is the youngest and you just saw, and I have an older sister, Donna but she is rarely around because she is currently traveling with her new husband.  

My parents, caring and always protecting us, have been married for almost twenty-five years. Great huh? My parents are absolutely perfect for each other, there is no denying it. The love my parents share is the love I want. Is the love I wish I had.  

I sighed. My mum said that my time will come and that I had to be patient. Well, I don't wanna be patient. I want it here, right now, right this very minute. I'm tiring of waiting...I'm tiring of always seeing that doofus in my class, EVERYDAY, and all he says is a simple hello. What do I have to do to make him notice me? Do I have to carry an elephant? Wear a sombrero and pretend to be Mexican?  

I sighed again. This is not helping me get over him. Okay, less rant more homework, I thought.  

I let my head drop down on my arm. I exhaled loudly and heard another sharp tap on my door.  

"Yeah! I'm comin'!" I exclaimed. I heard the footsteps walk away from my room.  

I exhaled again and decided to get up and out my room before my sister came back to get me. I walked down the familiar hall.  

Our family has been living in this house since Alana was born, which is the equivalent of twelve years. We use to live close to the city...until my dad got a new job that took him all the way to the suburbs. I'll admit, I miss the city life. You know, catching trams to school, walking side by side with my sister to an all girls school. I loved it! It was always like an adventure to go to school. Sometimes my sister and I, we would create like, secret missions for ourselves. One mission was to avoid the lines on the concrete or touch every statue you see. It made my life exciting...I guess times have changed now.