When you make promises to someone who you've just met, something is almost obligated to go wrong; take what happened to me for example. My names Christy Mallet, I'm 15 years old and the past few weeks has been an emotional roller coaster. So, I guess you want to know what happened? I'll start from the start. "Christy wake up now! You're going to miss the bus, and make us LATE!"My sister; Demi bellows from outside the door. "Get lost."I mutter under my breath, before burying my head into my deep crimson red cushions. I hate mondays, I hate Monday's so, so much! I think to myself. "Christy!"I hear Demi say again, in her annoyingly girly voice. "What!?"I yell back, hoping to shut her up, before dragging my sleepless body out of my warm, comforting bed. I stand up and goosebumps instantly form all over my body. That's one thing about living in England...but to be quite honest I don't actually mind it that much, I'm not too much into the heat anyway, Im not like all of those try-hard Barbie freaks like Demi, and quite frankly...I don't want to be. I get changed into my checkered blue skirt and my black laddered tights, before struggling to pull my white button up shirt over my head, I don't need my blazer today anyway, I think to myself as I leave my room and stumble my way downstairs into the kitchen. "Finally you're up."Demi smirks. I scowl at her and make my way over to the fridge and pour myself a glass of milk. "Maybe you actually won't miss the bus today."Demi says, while nibbling the edge of her toast, her perfect blonde hair flows down over her shoulders as she looks down at the latest issue of "Teen Vogue". Yuck, I think to myself. She's so fake it's unreal. I grab a piece of toast and tuck my straight dark brown hair behind my ears, grab my bag, and make my way out of the front door; not bothering to wait for Demi.
I wait for the bus in silence, observing everyone around me, discreetly watching; knowingly. I see Demi and all her friends standing with a group of guys, They're introducing her to the new French exchange student; Lance, he has dark brown hair and it's been styled perfectly, his skin is a flawless tan, and his eyes are deep brown to match, he's gorgeous, completely flawless, and he's french; which is convenient because I've studied French for five years...not like I actually have a chance though, I mean they're practically drooling over him, and not like he'd notice me, except maybe he'd notice my deadly pale skin, which I can't see that impressing him much, I can't see that impressing anyone much really, so I guess I'll just adore his beauty from a distance then. School isn't really the best place for a girl like me, I'm the quiet type, the one that sits at the back of the class and does their work silently. I'm not one of those people that show off about how smart they are, and I defiantly don't suck up to the teachers; I'm not that type of person; I'm the type of girl who isn't exactly noticed but I'm defiantly not invisible. I usually sit by myself at lunch, not because I don't hate any friends, but just because I'd rather sit alone then talk about the new Justin Bieber video or whatever.
It's weird how sisters can be completely different, like me and Demi, I mean...we're complete opposites. Demi's one of those loud girls with the perfect hair, she's the one that doesn't listen in class because she's too busy flirting with the hot guy sitting behind; and yet she still never misses a beat. She's obviously the parents favorite, their little angel...but of course, they don't know anything about her...they're too busy admiring her to even notice that it's all an act, because under all that fake charm and wits, there has to be a little insecure girl not unlike me, but she's hidden away from the world, masked behind a perfect layer of makeup... On the bus back from school I sat at the back; which by the way, isn't the best place to sit, it's usually where all the dodgy students sit but I decided to sit there as some sort of protest; well, I actually sat there because it had the best view of Lance, who was just a few seats over from me, also sitting at the back, by himself. Should I speak to him? I think. But just as I'm building up the courage to do so, guess who struts over? Tiffany. Tiffany is one of Demi's friends, although I don't think many people like her, and by people; I mean girls...let's just say she doesn't exactly have the best reputation. "Hey gorgeous."She gently touches his arm as she sits herself down next to him, giggling. "Hey...Brittany is it...?"Lance's voice is just perfection, his strong French accent must have made every girl (and possibly guy) he's spoken to melt. "No....It's actually Tiffany, but you can call me whatever is easier for you."She shamelessly flirts with him, and for once; I actually feel embarrassed for her. I can't help but laugh at her failed attempts at flirting. "What's so funny?"Tiffany flicks back her bleach blonde hair and pouts. "Oh nothing."I mimic her, and in the corner of my eye I can see Lance smiling, his perfect smile and I completely freak. "Er...the bus....it's, it's stopped....I should get off."I say to no one in particular, but now my face is burning a bright red; I'm so embarrassed.
"Christy!"I hear Lance's voice behind me and I instantly turn to face him; how does he know my name!? "Uh...yes?"I say, still flustered. "Do you know where Markus lives?"He smiles a perfect smile expectingly. Markus is Lance's host family, he's one of the most popular and good looking guys at school, and yes, of course I know where he lives, we used to hang out all the time before he went out with Demi. They've been off and on for about two years now, and in them two years; Markus has changed, so much. He used to be one of those smart guys who were so fun to be around,I guess he just grew up, but I have to admit...I miss him. "Yeah...where is he anyway?"I say after a long pause. "Cross country or something."Lance says. "Oh...do you want me to walk you to his house, he lives just opposite me..."I stumble nervously...
I've never been good at talking to boys, I get nervous and stumble on my every word, and by that time, they loose interest in whatever I have to say anyway so that doesn't help; but do you know what's even worse? When one invites you to a party. "So...you want me to crash Tiffany's 16th?"I smirk. "No, you'll be with me."Lance straightens up his brown leather jacket and turns to walk away; "Meet me here at 9." He says walking off; leaving me smiling like an idiot. So, I had to think how I was going onto do this, my parents want me asleep by ten. (They have this awful grades theory that if I don't get enough sleep I'll somehow fail in life or whatever) So I'm going to have to sneak out....great. "Who was that sweetie?"My Mom smiled as I came through the door. "Oh, it's Lance, Mark's exchange student."I say before throwing my bag down and running up the stairs. "He's cute!"I hear my Mom shout from downstairs. Yes Mom, I know he's cute...he's also 16; therefore, he's too young for you. I think to myself.
I take a shower and dry my hair, before applying a think layer of makeup and deep red lipstick, I dress myself in a fitted black velvet dress and I place my silver diamond cross necklace on my neck. Now to get out the house. I cover myself in my black dressing gown and run down the stairs. "Night Mom, night Dad!"I call out before entering the porch and exiting out of the front door... Finally I'm free! I think to myself as I run across the road towards Mark's house and I spot a luminated siloette standing under the lamp post. "Lance?"I walk towards it. "Christy!"He smiles. He looks goergous as always, his hair is perfectly styled and he's wearing a black v neck shirt, over the top is his brown leather coat and he's wearing dark blue designer jeans. Why is he so perfect!? "You look beautiful."He smiles, his accent perises right through me and I can feel my face flush bright red. We walk up Tiffany's driveway, her house is around the same size as mine, maybe a bit bigger. We walk up the pale white steps and knock on her door, we hear loud music echoing from her front room as she opens the door. "Lance!"She wraps her arms around his neck flirting shamelessly. "Why is SHE here!?"She shoots daggers in my direction. "I invited her."Lance flashes a charming smile, and of course, Tiffany lets me in. "Won't Daddy be worried about his little princess though Christy?"She mocks me. It doesn't take long for Taylor, and Heidi to join in. "It's past your bedtime Christy-poo."Taylor laughs, pointing a single perfect nail in my direction, flicking her bright blonde hair back over her shoulder. "Poor Lance, I bet she literally begged him to take her." "What a loser." I can't contain this for much longer, these people used to be my BEST friends, and now they're taunting me, in front of a whole crowd of people. "What's going on?"I hear Lances voice come up behind me. But they don't stop, they carry on laughing like wild hyaenas edging everyone else to join. And it doesn't take Lance long to catch on, what he does next is what happens only in fairy tales, (and maybe France?) Lance wraps his arms around me and softly kisses me, now everyone's quiet. He leads me out through a door into the back garden and leads me to a garden bench, it has white fairy lights all around it. He turns to face me. "Sorry I didn't do anything sooner."He sighs. I look at him softly and smile. "That's ok, I guess."I fold my hair behind my ears.
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