1. Thinking Back
Being an outcast was my thing... not necessarily a bad thing because I got used to it. Its not a bad life you know, just a simple one. Most girls stressed about boys, periods and their 'fragile' social life (whatever the hell that meant), but not me. I mean don't get me wrong, I wasn't and never will be a tom boy and I enjoyed passing the frequent I-candy in the hallways and streets, but getting them in my pants was the least of my concern. I wanted to focus on school and homework (not saying my grades were amazing because they really weren't) Anyway, I just feel bad for those girls that smoke weed and leave school out of there lives. Well... at least ill have a good future.
It was the end of my grade 8 years and finally moving on to high school. My boyfriend and I had broken up over the summer so I guess I was going at this alone. After loosing that long and beautiful relationship with Charlie I came to a conclusion that I was done with men and would never give myself to someone like that again. I wondered how long it would take to get over him... hopefully not long. I didn't want to think about Charlie , or any guy for that matter. My best friend was Lou. Man, she was weird but everyone loved her. She was my best friend but I was just one of her many friends. It wasn't that bad , being alone gave me time to think.
Today would be orientation day, the first day of school and also the first time I would see Charlie since the break up. It wasn't going to be easy seeing him... for a year I looked at him as my lover and the reason why I was so happy, but now.. I see him as a joke and a total dick head. (I lost most of my friends after loosing him).
I laid in bed feeling tired and knowing that I HAD to look amazing. just to rub in his face that he lost all of this. I wasn't just thinking about Charlie, I was thinking about how high school would change me and all of the new people I would meet "okay" I whined to myself, "time to get ready."