This is my personal experience. I hope you enjoy it. :)
“We’re going to
the beach!” My mom exclaimed, and suddenly, my boring afternoon turned
exciting. I was at my grandparents’ summerhouse in the Philippines. I was
pretty excited to go there, until I found out the hard way that there wasn’t
Internet or any kind of communication there. Isolated. Oh joy.
I’ve been
spending the last few days cooped up inside, growing more and...
“Serena!” I heard
my named called out. I looked up from my book and spotted one of my best
friends, Ava Grayson searching for me on top of a grassy hill. She was a tiny,
shorthaired girl who never had a dull moment in her life. Ava was wearing her
cheerleading uniform, as always. She was one of the girliest people I know. I
watched as she cat-walked down the grassy hill to my spot.
“UGH! I hate you
so much right now,” she said defiantly, putting her...
I smiled slightly,
trying to ease the tension down. The bell was going to ring in like…2 minutes.
Might as well make the best of explaining it while I can.
“Well we were
talking during lunch about hanging out and plans for the weekend. She asked me
why I was so busy right after school and I tried lying and…”
“Oh, gosh,” she
groaned, throwing her head back in frustration, “I should’ve known. You, out of
all people, just had to lie!”
“Hey!” I...
The next three
periods before Lunch went by in a breeze. Before I knew it, I was at my locker,
quietly putting all my books away. I closed my locker door, deep in thought,
wondering how I should tell Ava about Michelle. Suddenly, I felt a pair arms
wrap themselves around my waist, followed by a face that gently rested itself
on top of my shoulder.
“Hey,” Ethan’s
voice whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling the side of my face. I
smiled, the...
~~Ethan Carson’s POV~~
“Hey,
Ethan,” my girlfriend, Anne’s flirtatious voice greeted me.
“Hey,” I greeted
back. She leaned forward and I felt her lips kiss my cheek. I barely noticed
her walk away to the other side of the noisy classroom as I glanced at the clock.
Where’s Serena? I thought Ava picked her
up from the park ten minutes ago! Class starts in two minutes! My...
~~Serena’s POV~~
I
kept on walking. Slowly. Robotically. I had no idea where my feet where taking
me. It was like it had a mind of its own. Did I care? No.
How
was I going to get them to meet Michelle? If they do meet her, will my friends
like her? What if Ms. Rivera, IDA’s principal, finds out? A million...
“Serena? Is that
you?” my mother’s voice called out from the kitchen. I closed the front door
and dropped my backpack onto the floor next to the red leather couch.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I
answered back. The kitchen door swung open and my mom walked out, her hair
pulled up and a flower-pattered apron tied on her waist. The faint smell of
burnt spaghetti sauce wafted from the stove. I quickly tried to make up an
excuse to skip the next meal. I love my mom...
I raced out the door, not bothering to see if I left anything behind. I dodged both humans and opening lockers and doors. I ran like the wind. The thought of him there, always waiting by our lockers to talk a little between classes made my legs sprint. I didn't care if teachers saw me. I just needed to see him. He was like a Greek Goddess. An angel sent from heaven. His blonde hair matted on his head, disarrayed and everywhere, exactly like he was....
I watched as David jogged away, smiling widely with gleaming eyes.Tears welled up in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of my shut before anyone could notice. Of course he would like Nicole! Everyone did... Nicole. Straight 'A' student. Cheerleader. Class President. Gorgeous. Rich. Charming. Popular. All the girls would get a bad kick in their self-consciousness just by seeing her strut down the halls like a super model. The guys would...
Life went by slowly, getting more
miserable by day. Nicole accepted David’s request for a date, and they’ve been
Franklin High’s newest item. Shouldn’t I be happy for David? He got his
girl…but I just wish that girl was me. All these thoughts just made me more and
more sad. My ‘pretend to be happy’ act was getting fake. Pretty soon, the fake
smile pasted on my face would just be a smile from a sitcom. Yay.
Sure, I tried to be the...
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