My Mistakes

And the year has just began

Chapter 1- And the year has just began

Avery's POV

       Let me introduce my self I'm Avery Nicole Henderson. I'm a senior, well will be soon as school starts back. I play softball, volleyball, and a little of cheerleading. I have brown eyes boring right? My maroon hair makes up for it though. My natural color is brown like my eyes, like I said boring. A dimple rest on both sides of my mouth when I smile. Thank god, in the first week of summer break I got my braces off. Them things did miracles for my teeth! Do to playing sports my stomach stayed flat and so did my chest. Yeah, I was a senior with b cups. I believe all my food went from my waist down. I had too much in the back. My friends Emily and Nevaeh say that I need to stop complaining about my shape because it was perfect. Psh when did looking like a pear become a good thing? My skin was an average color, not too tan, but not pale. I was a proud single, and I didn't plan on mingling anytime soon. School started tomorrow, and like I said earlier I'm going to be a senior. My last year in high school before I head off to college. Thinking about all the things a did this summer, I realized I did a lot. I went and stayed with Emily and her family in England for the first month, came back and me, her and Nevaeh went out. I lost my V card, not something I'm very proud of. Yes I'm a seventeen year old virgin or was. I was drunk and did a very stupid mistake I don't want to even think about. Next, I didn't really do much but take my little sister Traeh (pronounced tree ah) out with me. She's only a year and a month younger than me so she usually goes places with me.

"I'm gone to bed, mom and dad said they'll be home next week." Traeh said, her head popping through the crack in my door.

Traeh wasn't much different than me as far as body types. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were a grayish green like Moms. She had dimples, matching mine. If you looked at us, people say were don't even look related because I look just like dad and she looks just like mom. Guys of course say from behind we look alike, if you get what I'm saying.

"Alright goodnight." I say, as she closes my bed room door.

I shut off my lamp getting under the covers, going to sleep.

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"Why out of all your clothes you choose to wear sweatpants and a Tee shirt on the first day of school?" Emily asks rolling her eyes walking towards our school.

Martin Luther King high school, named after the king himself.

"I honestly didn't feel like wearing jeans, sweat pants are here to hide my butt." Jeans were alright to wear when I felt like getting all dolled up.

I had put on a red softball shirt with last years softball sweat pants. My hair was down flat ironed, mascara being the only makeup I wore.

"It's not doing much for hiding it, I think it's making it look bigger." Nevaeh told me holding the door open for us.

Emily was what you say a 'girly girl. She loved going shopping, getting dressed up, and heels. You never saw Emily without her makeup, hair, or nails not done. She has hazelnut color hair that reaches just past her shoulder that stays stringy straight, a skinny flexible figure due to cheerleading, baby blue eyes, dimples, and a heart shaped face. Nevaeh on the other hand was the complete opposite of Emily. Nevaeh was one of them girls that don't care how people look or feel about her. Most of the time her hair is in a pony tail or ball, she has no makeup on, and she might occasionally paint her nails. Nevaeh has blonde hair natural brown streaks which stays in tight natural curls that reaches two or three inches past her shoulders, a wide figure meaning she has all the curves she needs, bright green eyes, and a round face. Walking towards our new lockers, I saw him. The him that took my innocence, the him that was leaning against the lockers talking to some girl, the him that just looked at me. He was wearing a black plain T-shirt with dark blue jeans, and a pair of grey converse. A smirk grew on his face as he caught me looking at him. I merely roll my eyes and keep trying to find my locker.