To start this off, here's a quote. "I'm a nobody. Nobody's perfect. Therefore I'm perfect." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jordan looked at me with his warm, deep brown eyes. I smiled at him, that's when he reset his glance towards me, and got a look on his face like he just smelt a fart. "Ew, Natalie why are you looking at me!?" he yelled loud enough for the whole class to hear. Everyone looked at me and started laughing. Except one person. Bruce. My face went from tan to red in .003 seconds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Should I keep writing this?? >.0
For the people that are reading: I'm sorry but this update is uber long >.0 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, so I wasn't exactly what one would call "pretty". I had light brown hair that wasn't straight or curly it was a mix of them, but it wasn't wavy either. My eyes were hazel, and they looked really big through my Harry Potter like glasses. My skin-tone was, obviously, tan. I've had braces since fifth grade, it was now my sophomore year and I still need my them till the middle of my senior year. My style in fashion, was horrible. I always wore long skirts with brown, tan, white, and black tank tops. I had one friend. Allison. We met through our parents. They're best friends as well. She was very pretty. I really did want to be exactly like her. She was 5'3 and weighs in at 110 pounds. Her hair was long and black. She was fair skin toned and had bright purple eyes. "Hi Natty," Al said to me. "Hi Al," I said fighting back the tears of what just happened in class. "I heard someone likes you!"She exclaimed. "Haha, you must be kidding. No one could ever like me." "That's a bunch of bull-cheese!" She said. "Look! There he is!" she said as she pointed to the group of popular guys as Bruce was walking up to them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it was long xP
Bruce was tall and had sandy blonde hair with vibrant blue eyes. He had dimples and tan skin. He was obviously a surfer. He wore only Hollister and board shorts. I had every single class with him. And he's best friends with my twin brother. Who of course is the star soccer player of our school. Soccer is way more important than any other sport in our town in California. Every girl wanted to be with my brother. And no one but Al and Bruce knew I was his sister.
Yes!! Dbo is horrible! I was reading a poem about a kids dead mawmaw and he was being such a fart noggin!!!
Short update :3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Bruce would never like me! I'm like his sister!" "Well he does! Oh yeah I just remembered! You HAVE to come over later! I have something to show you!" She said while walking off to her next class. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bruce Natalie=? Heehee :3 I am excited. :3
Here's make up for the short update xD Hope you like it :3. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My next class was gym. I hated it. Bruce kept staring at me, while I was climbing the rope. I always got a yard lower than the top of the rope. Bruce cheered me on not caring what other people thought of me. "Come on Natty!! You can do it! Almost thereee!!" He carried out the 're' in there while calling up towards me. A smile crept on my face as I started blushing and climbing even faster. Bruce never did this, maybe he did like me. No, I was close enough to being his sister he didn't like me like that. Finally, I reached the top of the rope. I rang the rusty cow bell. "Woooh!!!" I heard Bruce yell as I let go of the rope and fell into the pit of blue and red, spongy, foam blocks. They shot up and hit some nearby cheerleaders gossiping behind me. I sneered and snickered as I climbed out of the squishiness. "Good job Nat!!!" Bruce congratulated me while hugging me.(Not to mention squeezing the life out of my little body.) Maybe I did have more than one friend. Maybe he did like me....