Middle School Romance. Not. Okay, typical crush story, but it's not clichè. This isn't very detailed, but if I get a lot of people who like it, I'll make an actual story.. If you read this, it's to travel through this with Miranda. Please tell me what you think of the story, the characters, and the plot! Remember, if you're looking for happily ever after here, you might have to ask, because that's not the way it happened. Yet.. September 19, Tuesday- I don't know what to do. I don't think I love him, but I can't stop thinking about him. Is it disloyal to Sara? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. She told me she didn't like him, I know she doesn't. But she might be mad. I think I can love him, I know I like him. September 22, Friday Today was raining. If we were at our old school, Maple Street Elementary, I would be in the class, sitting next to Shane. Shane, I just love saying his name, even just writing it. It sends chills down my spine. We go to Emerson Middle School now. I had a "Yeah, it wouldn't be the end of the world if he liked me" crush on him in 5th grade, but really grew to a CRUSH in 6th grade. I loved my crush, it have me something to think about, dream about, wish about.. I think about ways to look prettier, or ways to talk to guys, just to get to him.. To get to him.. September 23, Saturday I was thinking about Shane today.. Well, I think about Shane, like, everyday, but, you know, REALLY thinking about him today. I remember 5th grade, sitting next to him.. I didn't like-like him them, I didn't even think he was that cute. But I remembered how we were.. We weren't friends outside of class, he stuck to his friends, I stuck to mine, but we sat next to each other, and talked. In fact, we got along very well, we could have been great friends.. We talked and talked, just about anything and everything, it was so easy then.. September 25, Monday Today I talked to Shane again. I couldn't help slipping into that metal coating, acting like he's so annoying, like I used to act. Not used to, used to, just three years ago. I wish I didn't, I wish I could be cool around him. I just can't help it. I want to apologize for everything I've said to him. Of course, it wasn't totally and completely my fault, his friends weren't exactly sweet to me and my clique. Our conversation mostly was along the lines of. Shane: Really? You're drawing faces again? From 5th grade?" Me: *glares* Yes. You're being annoying again? From 5th grade? See what I mean about not exactly being sweet? Don't get me wrong, I know he can be amazing. I have proof. But the thing is, with a couple boys, I just have that sort of relationship. We tease each other, we insult each other, but we're friends in that kind of way. It might not make sense, but that's just the way it is. I keep my cool around guys, I have quite a few guys friends, not at my current school, but outside of it. That's my relationship with Shane, except a little more personal. I knew all his business in 5th grade. Don't worry, I'm not a stalker, it's just hard not to know all about his life. We were a small class, separated an hated by most of the others because we were in a magnet. We stuck to together when with the others, and then separated into little groups when we were by ourselves. Anyway, I sat next to him, my friend Lexi is a crazy, but lovable busybody, and one of my BFF's was, ahem, friends with him. I had three different connections directly to him. I didn't mean to get in his business, I really didn't, but it just happened. I guess I was a natural gossip. Was. I've changed, left my old, easy, confident, friend-full life behind. I changed how I acted, not who I am. A boy doesn't have that kind of control over me. Even Shane. September 26, Tuesday I suppose that I should be brave enough to write about earlier. I was a happy, friendly girl. And then I moved from Cants Elementary to Klementine Elementary. In less than one year it happened. My life ended, and my new life started in 2nd grade. I had a friend named Melanie, her nickname was Mel. She was curly haired, blonde, sort of tomboy. One day I was having a casual conversation with a boy named Adam, but she interrupted me, and whispered to me that he was a dork and not to talk to him. I listened to her. I probably shouldn't have. I loved Mel, but she wasn't like me. She changed me. I became more closed off to others. I had friends, tons of them, my not-so-social life didn't start yet. But I wasn't friends with Adam, even though I had liked him in the beginning. Even thinking about it now, I feel strong dislike, even though my common sense tells me that was Mel talking. (I've tried to make this sound as if a twelve year old wrote it, but.. Okay, I've been writing for around an hour, it's late, so I'm going to bed, I'll post this the next day.. Part 2 coming up soon if anyone like this..)
It does, or at least when I was twelve. Annoying children, assuming they've changed. As if 5th grade to 6th grade was a marginal improvement god I can't stand 'em.