Maybe Meant To Be

Prologue

Mikayla's POV

High school. The place where it can either break you, or make you.

Expectation: Living the life. Partying night and day. Boys fawning over you, drooling right and left . Waking up with a perfect look everyday and smiling at the window, sighing lightly like a Disney princess. A BOYFRIEND.

Reality: Waking up, with the strong rays of sun shining annoyingly at your squinting eyes. Looking at the mirror and asking yourself, 'who invited shrek? Oh, it's just me..'
Taking 8025742316 years to tame your bird nest hairdo and choose clothes for school worthy enough of not being judged. And because of that, you skip breakfast and hop on your almost wrecked bike to school.

There are also all the cliche cliques in every high school movie you have ever seen. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, music geeks, desperate wannabes and the norm.
I am somewhere between all those groups, I consider myself normal, but I am and I quote, 'popular'. The first thing that pops into your head when you think of popularity is, 'what the heck did they do?' or 'is it some power couple?', but no. I did not do anything (I think), and I am not in a relationship, I am single as a Pringle. I am not a beta, a princess, a delinquent or anything special. The reason why I am popular, or rather well known, is because I talk to people. A lot. I think I practically know almost everyone at Rover Mancaster High! I am just a normal teenage girl with a pretty large social life. This is my last year at RMH and I am determined make it as memorable as posting the video of my ex principal harassing another student, plus pulling the most humongous prank made know to man. But I'll leave that story for another time.

Now that I think of it, you know when I said I practically know everyone at school, well I was lying. There is one student, a boy, who I haven't officially introduced myself to. I remember he has been in my class almost every single year! God I can't believe I haven't made a move yet! I mean, not that kind of move, but you know what I mean. Actually I remember once, I invited him to one of my birthday parties, but he never came. Hmmm... oh well, this year is the year. I will make friends with Andrew Darren, whatever it takes.

A/N : keep negative comments to yourself pls.