Chapter 1:
I was always indecisive, at least that is what basically everyone I had a history with tells me. I have the hardest time making the easiest decisions, according to them. But they have never, and most likely will never be in my place. Hi, I’m Alice, and love always comes in the wrong time for me. I really look forward to having a dashing, breathtaking romance with someone, but there’s always two someone’s, whenever one shows up, the world just happens to occasionally bring another to my life.
I personally find it unfair, but It’s not something I or anyone, for that matter, can choose. I’ve always been the girl who was picked on as 1st choice. I honestly feel guilty about that. I know I shouldn’t, but I know that if I wasn’t, so many more friends would pop up. But that’s all past now, I hope, I’ve found some friends I’m pretty sure don’t mind being the second choice to things. I know that sounds wrong, but I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t. It’s not like it’s their choice, anyway.
‘Hurry up! ’ I mumbled, politely as I can. I don’t know if my friends are too slow, or I’m too fast for organizing things in school and going to our next class. It honestly stresses me because I always like to be the best for all people, teachers, bully, or whatever human being. If someone ever saw me with bad thoughts or intentions, I would do all in my power, so they don’t think that anymore.
‘I’m doing my best you know’ Isabelle, my friend said sarcastically. ‘And if we arrive late so what? We’ve already done that before and nothing happened right? ’ I hated how much she knew to get under my nerves just the amount enough for me to not punch in the face and take out her brain.
‘Isabelle’s right, Alice’ said Mellissa, another one of my friends. Even though I liked her very much as a friend, she didn’t have the same kindness – and many other- good qualities Isabelle had. I stared them with the most mortifying look I had, which occasionally, was good to have. They say it comes out alone, but sometimes I must force it to get what I want, but that was just with them.
There was not much to say after that, but I could see them working a little faster, which means I got what I wanted. It always worked. It was almost way too simple, to be honest. We all rushed up to sports class, Isabelle brushing her long, black hair into a puffy ponytail. I just kept mine as it was, it was good being the teacher’s favorite. Sometimes it’s not that good in English considering he’s a creepy old man. But I deal with it for the sake of being the best.
‘You’re so lucky, Alice’ said Sarah, another friend of mine. ‘You never have to worry about how you look in sports class because the teacher won’t notice it anyway. I wish that it was me. I can’t even imagine people loving me by just being myself! ’ I know her words were not supposed to be harmful, but if wasn’t that what could it possibly be? Trying to show how much of an icon I am? She could’ve done that in other words. Even after that, I knew she didn’t mean any harm, so I just nodded and pulled my hair into a messed-up ponytail, so I didn’t have to hear any word about this “favoritism” thing, even though I knew it was true.
We got to the sports field, but the teacher still hadn’t arrived yet. It has happened quite a lot these few days. I’m honestly glad sometimes because it’s just creepy for him to look at me considering he’s about the age of my dad. It would still be creepy if he wasn’t, to be honest. When mister Robert finally showed up, he stared at me, with a look that I’m pretty sure he though no one noticed. Well, I did. I’m pretty sure so did Isabelle. She glanced at him, wondering what the reason was he would ever stare to a junior girl the way he does. Ava- the most annoying girl in my pe class- looked at Mr. Robert like he was her once-in-a-lifetime love.
Me and Ava have math together, and I’m sure she’s the weirdest girl I’ve ever seen. She always looks at the male teacher’s flirtatiously, and plays with her hair around the seniors, especially, Isabelle’s boyfriend. Isabelle never knew about things like this because her boyfriend didn’t tell her. He never did. I’m sure he even likes Ava flirting with him. . . He also begs me not to tell her. I’m sorry he doesn’t beg, he threatens me. Once he said: ‘Listen Amanda’ (He knew my name) ‘If you ever tell Isabelle about this, I will find a way for everything of your life to be shattered so be careful’.
He told me this while pushing me into a locker from a poor kid that was just trying to get his stuff. I felt bad for him. Every time a situation like this happened, I’m sure he picks the same locker to push me into, which I’m sure, some people will take it the opposite way. Most of my fights with Isabelle -that didn’t happen often- are about she keeps thinking that Alexander, her boyfriend, has a thing for me. That’s why whenever he’s around while I’m with her I try to keep my mouth shut to avoid this kind of fight.
That’s one of the things I hate more about his existence. Every lunch break, I had to shut up and not talk to Isabelle. I honestly feel selfish because of that, I should let Isabelle talk with whoever she wants, but, that guy couldn’t possibly be a good choice. I know that.
The next day when I arrived at school, I saw Isabelle talking to Alexander, so I pretended I didn’t see them and walked away. I ended up sitting up in “the lonely table”. Or at least people called it that. Everyone who sat on that table was -not a nerd- but a person who had no friends. But it also a place to meet new people. That’s how I met most my friends, anyhow. I sat there for 15 minutes, waiting for anyone, even Ava, to show
Chapter 1:
I was always indecisive, at least
that is
what
basically
everyone I had a history with
tells
me. I have the hardest time making the easiest decisions, according to them.
But
they have never, and most likely will never be in my place. Hi, I’m Alice, and
love
always
comes
in the
wrong
time for me. I
really
look
forward to having a dashing, breathtaking romance with someone,
but
there’s always two someone’s, whenever one
shows
up, the world
just
happens to
occasionally
bring another to my life.
I
personally
find it unfair,
but
It’s not something I or anyone, for that matter, can choose.
I
’ve always been the
girl
who
was picked
on as 1st
choice
.
I
honestly
feel guilty about that.
I
know
I shouldn’t,
but
I
know
that if I wasn’t,
so
many
more
friends
would pop up.
But
that’s all past
now
, I hope, I’ve found
some
friends
I’m
pretty
sure
don’t mind being the second
choice
to things. I
know
that sounds
wrong
,
but
I’m
pretty
sure
it shouldn’t. It’s not like it’s their
choice
, anyway.
‘Hurry up! ’ I mumbled,
politely
as I can. I don’t
know
if my
friends
are too slow, or I’m too
fast
for organizing things in school and going to our
next
class
. It
honestly
stresses
me
because
I always like to be the best for all
people
,
teachers
, bully, or whatever human being. If someone
ever
saw
me with
bad
thoughts or intentions, I would do all in my power,
so
they don’t
think
that anymore.
‘I’m doing my best you
know’
Isabelle, my
friend
said
sarcastically
. ‘And if we arrive late
so
what? We’ve already done that
before
and nothing happened right? ’ I hated how
much
she
knew
to
get
under my nerves
just
the amount
enough
for me to not punch in the face and take out her brain.
‘Isabelle’s right, Alice’ said
Mellissa
, another one of my
friends
.
Even though
I liked her
very
much
as a
friend
, she didn’t have the same kindness
–
and
many
other-
good
qualities Isabelle had. I stared them with the most mortifying
look
I had, which
occasionally
, was
good
to have. They say it
comes
out alone,
but
sometimes
I
must
force it to
get
what I want,
but
that was
just
with them.
There was not
much
to say after that,
but
I could
see
them working a
little
faster, which means I
got
what I wanted. It always worked. It was
almost
way too simple, to be honest. We all rushed up to sports
class
, Isabelle brushing her long, black hair into a puffy ponytail. I
just
kept
mine as it was, it was
good
being the
teacher’s
favorite.
Sometimes
it’s not that
good in English
considering
he’s
a creepy
old
man
.
But
I deal with it for the sake of being the best.
‘You’re
so
lucky, Alice’ said Sarah, another
friend
of mine. ‘You never
have to
worry about how you
look
in sports
class
because
the
teacher
won’t notice it anyway. I wish that it was me. I can’t even imagine
people
loving me by
just
being myself! ’ I
know
her words were not supposed to be harmful,
but
if wasn’t that what could it
possibly
be? Trying to
show
how
much
of an icon I am? She could’ve done that
in other words
. Even after that, I
knew
she didn’t mean any harm,
so
I
just
nodded and pulled my hair into a messed-up ponytail,
so
I didn’t
have to
hear any word about this “favoritism” thing,
even though
I
knew
it was true.
We
got
to the sports field,
but
the
teacher
still
hadn’t arrived
yet
. It has happened quite a lot these few days. I’m
honestly
glad
sometimes
because
it’s
just
creepy for him to
look
at me considering
he’s
about the age of my dad. It would
still
be creepy if he wasn’t, to be honest. When mister Robert
finally
showed
up, he stared at me, with a
look
that I’m
pretty
sure
he though no one noticed. Well, I did. I’m
pretty
sure
so
did Isabelle. She glanced at him, wondering what the reason was he would
ever
stare to a junior
girl
the way he does. Ava- the most annoying
girl
in my
pe
class
- looked at Mr. Robert like he was her once-in-a-lifetime
love
.
Me
and Ava have math together, and I’m
sure
she’s the weirdest
girl
I’ve
ever
seen
. She always
looks
at the male
teacher’s
flirtatiously
, and plays with her hair around the seniors,
especially
, Isabelle’s boyfriend. Isabelle never
knew
about things like this
because
her boyfriend didn’t
tell
her. He never did. I’m
sure
he even likes Ava flirting with him.
.
.
He
also
begs me not to
tell
her. I’m sorry he doesn’t beg, he threatens me. Once he said: ‘Listen Amanda’
(He
knew
my name) ‘If you
ever
tell
Isabelle about this, I will find a way for everything of your life to
be shattered
so
be careful’.
He
told
me this while pushing me into a locker from a poor kid that was
just
trying to
get
his stuff. I felt
bad
for him. Every time a situation like this happened, I’m
sure
he picks the same locker to push me into, which I’m
sure
,
some
people
will take it the opposite way. Most of my fights with Isabelle -that didn’t happen
often
- are about she
keeps
thinking that Alexander, her boyfriend, has a thing for me. That’s why whenever
he’s
around while I’m with her I try to
keep
my mouth shut to avoid this kind of fight.
That’s one of the things I hate more about his existence. Every lunch break, I had to shut up and not talk to Isabelle. I
honestly
feel selfish
because
of that, I should
let
Isabelle talk with whoever she wants,
but
, that guy couldn’t
possibly
be a
good
choice
. I
know
that.
The
next
day when I arrived at school, I
saw
Isabelle talking to Alexander,
so
I pretended I didn’t
see
them and walked away. I ended
up sitting up
in “the lonely table”. Or at least
people
called it that. Everyone who sat on that table was -not a nerd-
but
a person who had no
friends
.
But
it
also
a place to
meet
new
people
. That’s how I met most my
friends
, anyhow. I sat there for 15 minutes, waiting for anyone, even Ava, to
show