Oh my goodness guys! This is my first and probably only FanFiction. Maybe. I dunno. :3 Oh well. Here a goes.
*The setting sun looked beautiful. It's bright orange and red rays lit up Connor's flawless face as I looked over. Almost immediately he looked back. We sat there, on the hood of his car, staring into each others eyes. My goodness. This sure has been romantic for a first date. Moments later he reached for my hand.
Crap. I know where this is going.
Without saying a word, Connor slowly leaned in, closing into my lips*
* * *
"Sofia. Sofieee. Sofia Fine"
I came out of my daydream.
"Wha, Wait, What?"
The whole class burst out into laughter. I buried myself into my jacket sleeve to cover my crimson face.
"Class. Class! Really?!? I'll wait. I'll waiittt!"
They entire class went silent to the sound of Ms. Santana's irritated voice.
"So Sofia, when was the official start of World War 2?"
As the class looked at me waiting for my answer, I looked around. The first person I looked to was Connor. Wow. His eyes really are pretty.
I shook my head and looked at Ms. Santana.
"Ummm... I dunno."
I heard a few snickers behind me.
"Tommi, why don't you help her out."
"OKAY!" Tommi literally yelled out.
"Well... World War 2 started on Septemmm..."
That's when I tuned out. Great. I just humiliated myself in front of Connor. I put my sleeves over my head and kept my tears back. Of course. Right before shy me was going to get the nerves to talk to him.
That's just great.
* * *
At home was like usual. I'd go home and go straight to my laptop. My laptop is in the dining room by the way. My mother likes to use it for some odd reason. My family... Just, odd.
That night I had been on Facebook for my bimonthly check and I saw that Connor had changed his relationship status. That's a first. According to his group, he stuck to one girl and followed then like a lost puppy until they freaked out on him and just... Things got ugly. It was always the same. Our jocks. We have a really weird school.
The timing couldn't be better.
Now I can actually go around him without that little slut of the school shooing me off. She angers me. Her blond, perfect hair always cooperating with movement. Her clothes precisely put together, never out of place. The way she thinks that the worlllddd revolves around her every action. Gah. Just. I hate her. Her name? Sarah.
Oh. And I bet you think that I at least have one good friend to talk to. I don't. I have nobody. My mom is always WAY to drunk to do anything. But of course, ALWAYS goes onto my computer. And for my dad, I don't know where he is. I've seen him once. And it wasn't even in real life. In a picture. In a bar. I have a brother too. You might think, Ohhh! She has a brother to talk to! Siblings are just sooo nice! Absolutely not. My brother is in college and is a complete jerk. Just, Gah. My life sucks.