If only love were like some retro pop song. Simple, but dramatic. Just enough of both. The thing is, when people are "in love", they always say that they don't want to get hurt. But they are lying. The entire population of teenage girls say it at least once in their lives. Magazines will tell you, love hurts. But what they don't tell you, is that every single person in the world longs for it. To fall in love, just for the purpose of getting hurt and having a story to tell and a reason to cry. Love is unexpected, it is not chosen. You cannot decide who you fall for.
I am a freshman high school. A victim you might say. No I'm not popular. But I don't think I want to be either. Not that I wouldn't like for every guy in my school to like me, but if that were the case, wouldn't they just like you for your popularity and not for who you really are? I believe this theory of mine.
A fifteen year old girl such as myself is not one to be accepted in the high school surroundings. My blonde hair (natural so not like the others) falls just past my shoulders, I guess it makes me stand out, ordinary height, not fat but I feel I could be thinner (self - esteem thing), I dress ordinary too. I'm not into all that frilly girly - girl short skirt kind of look. My eyes are something of hazel. I wouldn't say I'm attractive. I am not very noticeable, because I don't make an effort to look like the girls in my classes. I am used to it that way. I don't have lots and lots of friends, but the ones that I do have are ones to keep.
I live in an estate with my dad. I don't know my mother. I was told she walked out when I was at a young age. It doesn't upset me, not really. If you look at it like this: why on earth would you even want to know a person willing to walk out on her very own daughter and husband? To me, people like that are not important people at all.
Journal Entry. Friday 26, May.
Dear diary.
It is just four days until the end of the school year, and four days until my birthday. Call me stupid but I am hoping nobody will remember it. I really don't like celebrating birthdays. OH YES! On the brightside I will soon be old enough for driving right? That's enough to keep me sustained. Oh dads calling me; got to leave now.
"Callie! Come on, hurry up! You'll be late for school". Ah beauty, school. Full of bimbos, jerks, jocks and teachers. Can't wait. "Yeah I'm coming dad".
So, I head to school wearing black combat pants, dark green beaded top, a purple and grey striped sweater and straightened hair. Ugh.
I walk in, hundreds of other students close around me. I walk towards my locker area and of course I would have to drop my books all over the floor wouldn't I? It wasn't my fault. A big stupid jock walked right into me. His name is Jack. Jack is very popular. He is quite goodlooking, I know him quite well, I just never talk to him. He is a little shy, which is kind of cute. I think he is one of those guys who act tough. He never talks to me though. What should I expect, I am invisible.
I sort of have a hate towards Jack. When I was in the 7th grade he was in my class. We were partners for an English project about our family tree. We were told to compare each personality of our families together, as a way of showing the differences of everyones backgrounds.
Anyways, he saw that I only had my dad and me in my family and took it as an opportunity to make a laugh out of the fact, by telling the entire class that I had a screwed up background and I had no mother, because she could not stand the sight of me and left. He went too far. I got out of my seat and fled the class room crying. I don't know why it bothered me. He would look at me sometimes as if to say he's sorry but I never accepted. That was ages ago. Now, he just acts like I don't exist, like others do.
I was surprised when he helped me pick them up. But I still snapped at him. "It's fine; I've got it!". Ha. It felt good yelling at him.
"I'm sorry Callie I uh, didn't see you there". The sun from the above windows made Jack's dark hair glow. What an idiot. He knows nobody ever sees me in the halls, they are all to busy chatting amoungst their little friends. Half the people around my locker were laughing at me, seeing the colorful scatter of books everywhere. Mostly the popular crowd, some the less popular crowd. However, I did notice that one quirky looking girl, short brown hair and blue eyes, genuinely did look sympathetic. "No worries; I'm used to it". Had to be said.
"What do you mean?". Wow! He really is stupid. "I'm used to not being noticed by jerks, being treated like I don't exist. People like me should just be used to that don't you think?". I wonder what his reply will be.
"No I don't think". Huh? "I mean uh, a lot more people feel that way than you know.".
He is so unpredictable. You think he will just say "whatever" and walk on and then he doesn't.
"I have to get to class". There. A nice easy little way of saying back off. Too bad it didn't work.
"English class? Me too I'll walk you there". Damn.
"No thanks, I wouldn't want to ruin your reputation".
"Excuse me?" What a moron.
"Goodbye Jack". I laughed to myself after having the last word.
Ah English class. A new asignment given today. I wonder who I'll be paired with. I will just die if I'm paired with -
"Jack and Callie. You will be reciting Romeo and Juliet". What?! My poor brain. Why is he smiling?! Man I suddenly hate english class. This is so unfair. Isn't that just so typical? It would only happen to me wouldn't it? My jaw dropped instantly. I felt so mad! The rest of the class I spent doodling.
After class, I walk the halls to leave this horrible place of torture. Stupid, studid school! Why must you always be horrible to me?
"Hey! Since we are Engish partners now, could we maybe run some lines sometime tomorrow?" Why does he sound hopeful? "You want to run lines? Don't you just want to do it with a friend?"
"I would, but don't you think Fred and Eric would sound a little strange if they were reciting Shakespear?" True. I laughed. "I guess so, uh how about six?" What the hell?! I don't want anything to do with this person. But I know what he means.
"Sure, I'll see you then". This will be interesting.
