That Girl

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just a weird little random story :b


Chapter 1

Analise's POV:

I had just gotten out of school, and decided, instead of going straight home, that I would go to my favourite hideaway. My creek and surrounding woods. My heaven away from the hell that is my everyday life.

School is torture... No one likes me just because I can stand up for myself. You show one little scrap of bravery against one of the "bullies", or as I like to call them the "Populars", you're suddenly at the bottom of the pile. Only my best friend, Lily, knows I did the right thing.

And I bet a lot of the other kids know it too. They are just too afraid to admit it. What are the Populars going to do to you? Beat you up? Yeah right. They just want to look tough and glamorous, but they're not. They're normal, just like the rest of us.

Thoughts of the days events swirled through my head. Why couldn't everything be just?

"Stupid school! Stupid everything!" I screamed all my frustration into the quiet air around me.

I sat down on a rock close to edge of the stream, feeling slightly better. I closed my eyes, letting frustrated tears roll down my cheeks, and just sat there for a few mintues.

Then, the sound of a twig breaking startled me, and I stood up and whirled around.

Standing just a few feet in front of me was Eric, a Popular boy in my grade, and also the cutest guy in the school.

"Was that you screaming?" He asked.

"What would you care if it was me?" I replied, roughly wiping away the tears.

"I thought someone was hurt! People shouldn't be alone out in these woods."

"I come here all the time..." I turned my back on him.

"You're, uh, Analise, right?"


"Thought so. You're the one who stood up to Caroline the other day for making fun of your friend."

"Yeah, I did! I'm glad I did too! She doesn't need to be making fun of anyone who isn't as pretty as her, or as rich! I'm sick and tired of her and the rest of your type!" I stated, angrily.

"My type? You think I want to be like them? You think I want to be hated?"

Silence, then I whispered, "I'm sorry."

Then, Eric was in front of me, close enough to reach out and touch.

"Just because I happen to be friends with them, doesn't mean I am anything like them! See, you can make mistakes too."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I turned my head away from him.

"Don't cry!" He sounded frustrated.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed, the tears coming faster now.

"You don't need to be!" He put his hand under my chin, and lifted my face up. "Just because you made a mistake, doesn't mean you have to be sorry. Okay?"

I nodded.

"Good. I'll walk you home. You live near me right?"

"Five doors down." I managed to choke out.

The walk to my house was quiet, with Eric's arm around my waist gently leading me as I calmed down from crying. After a short 10 minutes, we reached my driveway.

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