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~~~~~Quote of the Chapter~~~~
Confidence is the ability to feel beautiful
without someone needing to tell you.
To be beautiful means to love yourself
because our first and last love is Self-love.
-Mandy
Please don't forget to love yourself today. Because if you can't love yourself then no one will. People treat you how you treat yourself.
XoXo Yani
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It's the last day of senior year.
I sighed as I walked through the hallways to my last class with my best friends Quinn and Cara.
I wont miss high school I thought as I was looking around as I walked, but I will miss my friends when I leave to New York, well at least Cara because, unlike Quinn and I, she would be going to Rice University in Texas.
"Oh Luke, I am going to miss you. Who are you going to call now when you're lonely?" I heard none other than little miss popular or should I say the school whore Nathalie say.
I only rolled my eyes at her but couldn't help but notice Bryce.
Everyone calls him Luke, because from what I heard and have witnessed, hes a player and he gives girls that he doesn't know wrong names.
He apparently messed around with a girl our sophomore year and told her he was Luke.
When he came to school the next day, he saw her and had no clue she went here because she was new and had just became a cheerleader.
Being a member of the cheerleading team, she told all the girls that she had sex with him and he told her to call him Luke. All the girls thought it was cute and started calling him Luke ever since. I think they are hoping that by calling him Luke he will sleep with them too.
"Good afternoon class!" Ms. Daniels says as I take my seat. "As you all know today is your last day before graduation and therefore, Principal tuner just wanted me to use the last period to brief everyone about graduation and answer all questions necessary."
This is why I wont miss high school. Everything is so repetitive. We already had rehearsals yesterday for graduation. This is so pointless, they could have just let us go home early. I pull out my note book so that I can scribble and zone out this waste of 40 minutes.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Bryce you're so arrogant
But I think I might love you
I wrote my corny love sick poem in the back of my book and drew a heart around it.
Bryce has been my one and only crush for as long as I can remember. I remember the first day I saw him, it was freshman year, when he had just moved here.
I was standing at my locker when he walked through the door and I froze along with every other female who saw him.
He looked like a sun kissed god. Tall and lean, with a surfer boy look, to match his finger combed blonde hair, caramel brown eyes and captivating smile.
I was lost looking at him. He was and still is the cutest guy ever to me.
I have had other mild crushes here and there, but through it all, I have always lusted after Bryce, I refuse to call him Luke and be like all his groupies.
Ever since he moved here he became popular with both the guys and the girls for his good looks and wealth, always throwing the most epic parties. Well, that's what I've always heard since I've never been.
You may call me a nerd because I'm not popular or apart of the popular crowd.
I spend most of my lunch time in the library reading. I don't care about the latest fashion, hairstyles or makeup. I don't party or have boyfriends, I am still a virgin and has never been kissed by a boy.
Well maybe once, but it was just a peck on the lip, I don't think anyone really count those.
At the end of the day, I am just simply me.
The nerd in all your AP classes and at the moment, the valedictorian for my class.
My mocha brown hair is long and down to my back, I'm not tall, but I'm not short either, maybe 5'4. I have green eyes, which sometimes look grey, but not that anyone would notice since I wear glasses, I hate fighting with my contacts. I'm not fat but I'm not skinny, I'm more curvy.
I stop scribbling and put my hand down behind me and extend my open palm to Quinn who was sitting behind me and poking me, what she always does when passing notes. I close my hand around the note and look up to make sure Ms. Daniels is not paying attention to us and shes not, so i open the note in my book and read what she wrote:
Today is the last day of school, when are going to stop being chicken shit and go talk to Bryce? oh and since its the last party for us all together, you have to come to the party after graduation at Bryce house. I will not no for an answer.
I wrote back: I am not any kind of shit. I just dont know how he will react, Ive never really had a real conversation with him to know how he would react. I heard he can be a bit rude at times. i think I'll just go to the party and do it then.
I passed the note back to her and heard squeal 30 seconds later.
"Ms. Willis is there something you would like to share with the class or spend your last day in detention?" I heard Ms. Daniels ask Quinn. Quinn is a goof ball but also had the mouth of a sailor if you piss her off, so i was clearly expecting her stupid response before she even said it.
"I was just shocked and yelped because i just remembered my period was due today and was just about to ask you if you had any pads? i mean if you aren't past the age for such things. " she said.
The class laughed at her retardedness and then resumed to order until the bell rang. We walked out of class and i went to my locker to clean out all of my remaining things but not before promising to meet Quinn and Cara in the parking lot.
As soon as i was in the parking lot I saw Bryce leaned up against his Red porsche with half the female student body surrounding him as always. How would I ever get the chance to talk to him. Hes so way out my league. I am so not his type.
And some people may think I have confidence and self esteem problems but I am just honestly comfortable with myself.
I actually think I am really pretty. But I don't dwell on beauty, because beauty fade and so does eyesight.
But most wouldn't agree with me because I tend to wear baggy or loose fitted clothes. I mostly did it because I felt comfortable in them but also because I really hated attention.
Some people might think I have self confidence and esteem issues because I did not live up the stereotype of being mean, a bitch, conceited or slutty like the other girls.
But they are wrong.
I actually love myself and I am comfortable with him I am.
I know I can let my hair out my ponytail or put in my contacts or wear less baggy clothing, but I really don't like being the center of attention, so I figured this was best. I think its shallow to want people to like the version of you that you're not comfortable with. My friends and family liked me for me, not who I could be and thats all that i can ask for.
I walk by him and his entourage and notice some of the girls looking at me.
"Hey. Its that weirdo, why does she dresses like that? I will never understand." I over heard one girl say.
I didn't bother to stop and see who it was but I could guess it was either Nathalie or one of her minions. I have had the urge to ask before why is it that they hate me so much out of frustration at their constant torment. But what does it matter, I really don't care what they have to say. Those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter. Im sure if i visit the strip club in about 5 years, half of them will be present on stage.
"I know right! She so ewwwhh, she looks like she smells." They all laughed at that comment until I heard Bryce told them to cut it out and they all turned their attention back to him.
At that time I did slow down and glanced at Bryce and to my surprise, our eyes connected. I gasped and because I was looking at Bryce instead of where I was going, I tripped and fell causing all my stuff to fall all over the sidewalk.
Ok! Now I must admit this is embarrassing. I guess I just really missed my chance with Bryce.
I groaned as I pushed up off my stomach but then I felt someone lift me up off the ground. what the heck!
"Are you ok?" It was Bryce and I was suddenly speechless. He looked at me worriedly and I could only nod my head. I was in a daze as I stared into his intense ocean blue eyes and felt my self pressed against his hard chest. This was not how I wanted to have my first real conversation with him. This was all so wrong. But then I never thought he, of all person would come to my rescue.
"Rae! OMG. Are you ok?" I heard my friends say.
I turned in his arms to see Quinn looking amused, while Cara was getting my stuff off the ground.
He lowered me to the ground and asked again once more if i was ok. After nodding again, he left and went back to his groupies.
I snapped myself out of the shock I was in and gathered all my remaining stuff off the ground when I heard all the guys laughing and saw that the girls were glaring at me.
"Did you see how he was looking at her? Like she was the most precious thing ever?" Cara asked Quinn.
"Yeah. Rae why didnt you talk to him. This could have been your chance." Quinn said looking at me like I was crazy.
"I know but I just couldn't function with him touching me. It was like I was on fire." I'm so gonna be a loner if I don't get it together. We got into Cara's car and head home. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
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As I was introduced to the audience and my classmates to give the speech, I tried to subsize my nerves. I took a deep breath and walked up to the podium. I pulled out my speech and and looked over the sea of people and began:
"Good morning everyone and welcome to this once in a lifetime joyous occasion. My name is Raelynn Nicole Sage. I searched the internet for hours to find a motivational speech and i found nothing, so i will put into words the best i can, short and sweet. I have been to graduations before and know I hardly ever paid attention. Everyone tries to give long speeches thinking they are inspiring us, but what they are really doing is boring us. They are talking and enjoying it, while we are texting and ignoring it. What 18 year old like to listen to their parent or elders, we are always doing the opposite of what we are told. Its a life cycle. This is your time to gain experience in life. Be late for class all you want and sleep in when you feel like it, get drunk as a sunk and party like never before, travel the world, fall in love, fall out of love, break hearts, wear whatever you want, get a tattoo or piercing and don't listen to your parents, they are old not cool. (they all laugh, while some parents look at me shocked at what i am telling their kids to do.) I say this to you because life after college will not allow many of these things. What i am saying is not to go and get arrested or throw your life away, but to actually spread your wings and live a little. Make memories and not regrets. It has been a long four years and a short four years. Long because of all the drama and bad homework, the boring readings and early-morning extra credit projects, and all the other little pratfalls that hit us in high school. Short because of the lifelong friendships, the lasting memories, and the truly interesting and amazing things we learned between the occasional bits of drudgery.
To our parents, thank you for supporting us in more ways than it's possible to count. You dragged us out of bed each morning, made sure we were fed and clothed for school. You herded us out the door to the bus stop or drove us to school yourselves. You helped us with homework, paid our class fees, and listened to our complaints. You came to our plays, attended our sporting events, and chaperoned our dances. You commiserated over our daily dramas, but you tried to give us enough space to learn how to work things out for ourselves.
To our coaches and advisors, thank you for making school about more than just classwork. Through sports, we learned how to power on through adversity and give it our best effort, win or lose.
To our custodial staff and lunchroom attendants, thank you for keeping our school clean and safe. You know better than anyone else what slobs we've been.
To our principal, vice principal and all the office staff, thank you for keeping things running smoothly so our teachers could concentrate on us. We're better off for it.
To our guidance counselors, thank you for listening and trying to keep us on the right track for graduation. Without your help, some of us might not be graduating today.
So while you all are rushing to grow up, I can tell you that apart from the food in the real world, I don't recommend it. (they laugh again, I never thought anyone would find my dry humor funny). With that said, just take this along with you if you don't leave high school with anything else. John stewart said, 'The unfortunate but truly exciting thing about your life is, that there is no core curriculum. The entire place is an elective.' You cannot make it to the top by sitting on your bottom. Congrats class of 2008, we did it!"
I was stunned when everyone stood up and started clapping! I heard someone whistle and looked over to see it was Bryce. I smiled at him and took my seat. Maybe I still had a chance after all.