From my point of view

chapter 1: introduction

Hi everyone!(:
Im really excited to post my first story here!
Hope you like it, and let me know what you think🌸

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Hello there.
Im Emma.
I would like to tell you my oh so weird and unpredictble story of my adolescence.
Lets start with this-

As a teenager i loved to change my style once in a while. Ok maybe once in a week. I was growing up and was trying to figure out about my charactor.
I've had it all. From punk to the girl next door.

I had my best friends Gorgie, Liz, Tom and Jake. They meant a lot to me.
I lived with my sweet, amazing dad and beautiful little sister in a nice home that the tree of us designed.
My mother died at a car accident when i was one year old and my sister is from my dads second wife.

I thought that i had it all figure out. God i was wrong.

15 years old-

"Ems?"
I heard him say in a worried voice.

"Can i come in?"

I smirked as i heard his afraid voice. Whenever im feeling down, my father always tries to help me, but just doesnt quite sure how.

You see, my father doesnt really understand what his teenage daughter is all dramatic about.
To his defense, im a teenager with a lot of changed moods.

"Yea dad, come in."

"Oh i see you're in the 70's vibe today sweety. Such a.. amm.. lovely look. But i definetly see too much skin."

I was wearing a flared jeans and a crop tie-dye top. Dont unserstand what skin is he talking about.

"Well, you know what we, Hippies, believe in."

He raised his eyebrow

"-Freedom"

He laughed a little and smiled his beautiful smile. When my dad smiles, i can see the loneliness in his eyes drifting away. I love it when he smiles.

But then he got all hesitated again.
"Ems, i need you to listen now. I know you dont wanna talk about it, but i can tell you were crying.." he stoped cause of my embberest look but then continued-

"i'll respect you if you dont want to talk about it, but just know honey that i'm here if you need me."

I noded in respond. That was really sweet of him, but i was so emmberest that he heard me cry. I couldnt believe i was even crying.
That i was so effected by this asshole.
He already think im this strong independed woman who breaks the hearts of all man in town.

After a while of him staying in my room, while me continue my silent, he left looking a little disapointed.
And i was too.
Im sorry dad. I know you really did wanted to know.

Its not that interesting anyway, i thought. Just me expecting a stupid jerk to act like an actaul human beeing. Pitiful.

And the asshole whould be of course my best friend.

He became so obsessed with being popular. And by obsessed i mean, possessed. Ok maybe im exaggerating but the point is that we didnt had anything in command anymore.

I didnt know what to talk about with him when we were alone, since all he cared about was how he looked and really low stuff.
The highlight was in lunch at school, he started saying that Courtny is hot, and that i should start workout so that my ass will look like hers.
(Courtny was the school babe at the time.)
As soon as he said those words i splashed my OJ at him and stormed out the cafetiria with Georgie by my side.

I know it might sound silly, but i was really sad when that happend. Jake was my best friend, and i felt like i'm losing him to society and boy-stupadity and i have nothing to do about it. Jake probably felt my distance and then ignored me whenever i tried to contact him. He cutted me off just like that and Thought he could do better than me as a friend. Well good luck to him.

Just kidding i hope he'll burn in hell.
Douchebag.
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Age 17, currently-

Well, those were my thoughts about Jake at the age of 15 and i couldn't change them.

Let me tell you something about Jake Scott. He's a horny teenage boy. Always have been, always will be.
When we were 13, i discoverd how bad his horniness was. Dont ask.

When we were 15, he suddenly got taller, girls started notice his body, his dimpled smile, his light brown hair and blue eyes, and everybody started compliment him about his looks.

You see there? Big mistake.

You do not, and i repeat, do not compliment this guy too many times, otherwise he loses it.
I did see the inflated ego coming up, but i never once believed that he will stop be my friend.

So, as for now, we sure do not say hello to eachother, as we meet every morning outside of my house.
His my neighbor by the way.

Oh imagine the joy.

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OK, i know its just the start, but please give it a shot and tell me what you think. I promise you that it will get interesting