This time a year ago, was my very first day at Sir Robert Jenkins High School. I have grown in many people's minds, i am not hated nor loved. I prefered that more than anything else. I grew into a closer relationship with my friends, we even made a new friend along the way called Rosie Lockes. She didn't have the best table manners, but that didn't matter to me much; sure she got on my nerves, however i carefully had overgrown them. Rosie had medium length dark brown hair with hazel eyes. She was only a little younger than us all but that would make no different to us, our friendship was now as thick as the Earth.
I had spoken to the group of boys that had me puzzled a year ago. An average height boy with dark brown hair called Ross, was the one my friend Natalia admired. I was happy that they weren't enemies, they weren't exactly love birds either. Though, their relationship grew thicker every day. The one that struck my eye was Lucas Andrews, also an average highted boy who in my opinion, was an amazing athlete; he had won a 1500 metre race first place! He had blonde hair, shaped in a sweet mop style with strands of dirty blonde, his eyes were sea blue. It was like some kind of fairy tale but no, this feeling was different. I hated the guts out of him.
Many things led to one or the other, i ended up thinking about our days togethor just before i went to sleep at night. Some days, i would casually be sitting in the hall, where my friends and i ate our lunch or just chatted; he would walk past with his group and next to me (as i always sat on the side, who knows why) he would swivel the curtain around me. This got annoying, embarrising, then just downright horrible. I would run after him but my slip-on shoes wouldn't help, sure they were comfy and stylish - just the right size aswell. But whenever i attempted to catch him (and i used to be a fast runner so i was determined to catch him), my shoe would slip off, and he would get away. Moreover, this gave a huge hint that i should wear my strappy school shoes, even if they were a size too small i could survive - that mattered most, correct?
I'd run after him, feeling no embarrisment. No one would see us, as it was a common break/lunch time where everyone would be outside or in the hall. We ran in the school building, away from the hall. Places where people aren't allowed at those times and wouldn't even want to be there. It was erracticly exhausting yet beautifully sweet. When i did catch him, partly because neither of us could go on any longer, i realised i had my weapon in my hands. Tuna mayo sandwich. Well, only maybe an eighth of the actual sandwich, as i wouldn't want to waste too much. I'd closely smack it onto him, only to get a little rubbed on him, then he would attempt to hit me, only to miss. Then, when i did hit him i would head off back to our lunch table in the hall, like nothing had happened between myself and Lucas...
After so much interaction with him, my heart revolved around him. I didn't fancy him, i guess i just saw so much in him with so much hope, that i had never seen in anyone else till he came along? At night i would listen to songs by Taylor Swift, i used to really dislike her till my friend introduced me to the songs that really had a lot in common with my everyday feelings. I thank her very much even now. I would imagine all those memories into a little book, it would be my minature bed time story. Surely it would be unhealthy, i mean i couldn't sleep without thinking about my memories sometimes. I would end up going to school, with my eyeliner all messed up and acting all groggy. I would feel bad as i'd endlessly pick on fights with my bestfriend, but i would never mean to. In my old school (which was a nightmare) - i loved Alex. He was the kind of guy, who stuck to his own judgements and only respected the people who went with his ideas or fascinations. It was weird how i would like him, the only stuff we had in common were a couple bands. That was it. He knew i used to fancy him, 2 or 3 years straight. It was annoying at how much he knew, when we had only spoken when we had first gone to our secondary schools. That was the last time we spoke. I flushed him out of my memory, and thought of my new admiration, Lucas...
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Hi there ^-^ I might not write for a while since i'm writing a different book. I might add a few lines here and there. Comment, let me know if you see any mistakes or some places to improve on. Thanks. :) Also, i'm sure after reading my previous chapters, you'd know just as miuch as i know of it, so is it okay for you to give some ideas on chapter names..? thanks!!! :D