Life As Told By Nerdy

Life As Told by Nerdy

By Shim Simplina

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Prologue

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”                                                             

                                                                                                                −Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 And they lived happily ever after — six words that illustrate how everything ends in every fairy tale known to man. It was what every girl strives for throughout the centuries.

The perfect love story with the perfect man; who gives roses when she’s irate. A man, who after stargazing with his love professes that no star would brighten his life more than her smile. Someone to embrace her tightly despite her struggle and during her worst days would kiss her, look into her eyes and tell her she’s beautiful. And most of all, one man whose love withstands the test of time in the hope of being gray-haired and old together.

I could only dream about this pettiness.

I have long given up on finding romance. Let’s get this straight. I am not your average heroine who would probably be one of the following; one, the face that sailed a thousand ships; two, a vampire or the mate of the alpha; three, filthy rich; four, amazing in sports, martial arts or other skills of the sort; five, possess a certain magical ability; six, extremely lucky and lastly combination or all of the said qualities. In fact, I don’t exactly fit in any of these categories. I wouldn’t probably get a date in the Junior Prom.

If it had you wondering, well I would say you are wrong. I am not an alien or something from beneath the surface of the earth for that matter. I am in fact a human, but a strange one at that. Or at least that's what I assumed since everybody treated me differently.

Who knew a measly pair of glasses could be such a powerful thing? It could either make or break you. But mostly break you... through high school... and for life. I should know. And yes, I am a glasses-wearing nerd to admit it; category seven.

You might lose interest at this point and you are free to do so since it would save me another humiliating, traumatic but mostly idiotic recount of my life.

All I wanted to do was get to college, earn a degree, become say a teacher or a doctor, get an apartment far, far away from my mother, live with a golden retriever and stay alone for the rest of my pathetic existence.

I was so sure about my future, until he came with his secret. From that day, my life was never the same.

“Sarah Littman?” The teacher called my name.

I raised a hand glancing up at the Geometry teacher Mr. Collins.

“Present, Sir.” My second year in Hopkinton High School was about to end in not more than three months, yet the teacher still didn’t remember me that well. I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t particularly remarkable in many ways. I get flat A’s except in his subject, but I would not consider myself smart. It was all hard work, plus I got nothing to do but study.

As the teacher continued the roll call, my best friend Rebecca Tyrone—also known as Becky—who was sitting behind me prodded my back with her notebook.

She motioned for me to lean closer. “What is it?” I hissed.

Becky watched the teacher and shrugged. “Have you heard of the rumors?”

“Apparently not,” I muttered bemusedly.

She sneered seemingly proud of herself.

“You won’t believe it, I bet!” There was excitement in her voice but Becky tried her best to keep it down.

“Spit it out and get it over with, will you?” I blurted glumly, scribbling nonsense on the back of my Geometry notebook.