Florence has always been that girl, the girl who never knows what to do. She is always worrying and misinterpreting her friends. They will always love her but she always has the uncertainty that they're lying. When she discovers she has even more mi...
Today started out as a normal day, and then went really bad. It's like this everyday though. Usually one or two mess ups is a good day for me.
Issie and Freya invited me over for lunch but I said no because I thought that they wouldn't want me sitting with them and making them not look cool, so I sat on my own. They eventually came over and sat with me complaining about how I'm so shy and always think the wrong things. Then in Science, Jerry asked if he could borrow my pen and I got so nervous I had to go outside and take a deep breath. This sounds dramatic right? I just hate it when boys talk to me because once I accidentally spat in ones face, yeah, its as bad as it sounds.
When I got home I sat at my desk and started to write my essay for my English class when I get a text message from my group chat:
Rachel: Hey guess what??? Issie:What???? Freya:WHAT IS IT???? Rachel: alright alright calm down Issie: JUST TELL Rachel: There's a new boy moving to our school from Australia :O Freya: OMG REALLY WHATTTT Issie: How do you know? What does he look like? Is he in our class?? Rachel: look I don't know much but I know that he's called Alex Hayes and he's in our year.
I never usually read or reply to these messages while doing homework but I was intrigued to find out about this new boy. I've always wanted to go to Australia, I've never told my friends though.
Freya: If he's hot I bagsy him!! ;)
This text made me turn my phone off and throw it off my bed. This has never happened and I was so confused why. I never get angry or jealous of my friends but when Freya said this i don't know what it did but it triggered something in me...
Tuesday 19th may 2014
Today I had double science, English, maths and art. I generally got through a good day and nothing to bad happened to me, until I had art...
A tall blonde figure walked in and introduced himself as 'Alex'.
This was him, the new boy. He was medium height about 5ft 8 and had long blonde hair, like a bright sun. His eyes glistened like water behind a sunset and his eyelashes swept them away like waves. He looked over at the class and smiled with his glistening teeth
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He was one of the most fascinating people I had ever seen in my life. He was perfect down to every detail, I couldn't help but stare.
My teacher ( Mr Adams) sat him next to me of all places since I chose to sit at a table by myself.
He came over and threw his bag on top of mine. I swiftly pushed it under my seat.
"So...uh what you doing in art?" His voice was so cute and his accent was sharp and the way he pronounced 'art' made me even more fascinated.
"Um just sketches of animals"
I never really considered myself good at drawing but I chose art simply for the enjoyment. At the time I was drawing a parrot made entirely of leaves and flowers.
"Woah you're so amazing! I only chose art so I could sculpt since I'm not half bad at it. I mainly surf."
"Cool, I've always wanted to surf in the blue oceans of Australia, it would be so fascinating to see all the animals in the ocean especially turtles."
"well you should come visit some time, it's the place to be man"
"How come you moved to America? And why such a small city?"
"Well my mother just passed away from lung cancer and me and the family moved here since this is where she was born."
"Oh I'm sorry "
"It's alright It took a while to get over it but I think I'm doing alright now, it's still hurts everyday but it's manageable. I didn't catch your name though?"
"Oh it's uh Florence"
"Wow what a beautiful name"
"Thanks....:)"
After a short hour of talking to Alex I felt like he was beginning to become my friend I wasn't afraid to approach him. I'm really not sure how I managed to talk to him, I guess there's just something about him that's different. I told my friends about him. This is the first time I have shared anything remotely private with them.
I can't help but feel selfish though. I feel bad for Freya who bagsyied him. I guess I'll message her later.
When I got home i threw my bag and myself into my bed in a clump. I felt inside my pocket for a pen to find a piece of paper which read:
078732394729 Call or text Alex :) x
He must of slipped it in during art. And that is why everything went wrong from then on...
