Brace Yourself- NBK Here.

Introductions.

        My name is Chanelle Gail Cole, and I am a freshman at University. My uncle pushed me to go, and promised me money whenever I asked for it, and I got a full ride scholarship to go, so how could I pass it up?

 

        I am originally from a small suburb of Dallas, where I lived with my Aunt Simone and Uncle Shawn. My mother passed away when I was a child, and I really didn’t have a great relationship with my father, so my Aunt and Uncle have become my parent figures in my life. I don’t have a problem with that- in fact I am very grateful because they treat me as their own since they never had any children of their own.

 

        Currently, it is three weeks until finals here at University, and I am so stressed, just as any college student would be. I am only taking a few classes, English, Astronomy, Math, and a music appreciation class. The first and last two tests are easy, and I am not to worried about them. However, I am no good a science or math, so I’m basically screwed for the tests. But I’m not going to let them get the best of me. I will study my ass off if I have to.

 

         Another known fact about me is that I’m a NBK. Remember that movie? With Drew Barrymore? The Rom-Com about a girl enrolling in high school again and never having a real relationship until this guy- you know what, watch the movie. But yeah, that’s me. Never had a “real” relationship, because I don’t count the ones back in middle school where you just held hands and said you were dating. I mean it isn’t like people haven’t asked me out before, but something always came up to where I couldn’t go out with them so it just never happened.

 

        Before you judge, I don’t mind being a NBK. There is a quote that says, “A girl worth kissing are not easily kissed,” and you guessed it- I live by it. I believe that one day the right guy will come along, and be my first kiss. I don’t want to waste it on some game or some drunk person, I want it to be special. And if it takes a few more years (please don’t let it be that long!) I will just have to wait.

 

        I partly believe it is because my teeth aren’t “perfect”. But what even is perfect? I don’t know, but I guess that is a big thing for guys. I am going to admit it- I think I’m pretty, at least. I mean, if I don’t who will? I don’t think I’m self-centered, because I don’t call myself drop dead gorgeous or anything, and everyone is beautiful.

 

        Everyone has that one thing they are self-conscious about, and mine just so happens to be my teeth. I am grateful that I am finally getting that problem solved, and maybe I can look at myself as being beautiful instead of just pretty or cute. (And let’s be honest, boys might look at me now right? I hope so.)

        Anyways, it’s time for my dreaded math class. Hopefully the guy next to me will ask me for more than just my notes to copy today...