Prologue
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When school starts back, you're supposed to be excited, infinite happy, even a little smile, at the least, right? Not in my case. I dreaded it to the point where I absolutely wanted it to burn. Just thoughts of the awful place gave me a headache. Exams, tests, studying, homework, it all haunted my mind. God, why did I dread it so much? I guess because I have no-and I mean absolutely no-friends. I cry and beg to stay home, but it just makes mum mad, so when I return home, she's in a worse mood then when we started. My life, yea, it sucks. Well, it did suck until this boy came along. He was honestly the cause for when I am happy. The reason I want to come to school. I don't think he realizes I'm real, but I pretend he does anyway. Just to satisfy my dreams. The way I feel about him, it's... amazing. He makes me feel... well, amazing. His eyes, they're like the sunset hovering over a sea, the bluish green. The funny little dot on his nose, and the fact that he has never talked to me made it even harder to not dream about him. I don't know what it is. Maybe, it's his basketball skills, or that he skateboards, that he seems so cool, but all I can do is imagine myself on his arm, having other girls jealous. He was more than popular, he was almost famous in our town, "Luke Brooks, the high schooler," it seemed as if it was advertised around here, that everyone else but Luke didn't matter. Why does he do this to me? Why does he stand there all perfect-like? Why does he do this to me? Me of all people. The 'girl who's not socially active'. I love seeing that face. He makes my stomach flutter, there I go, describing my girlish feelings.
