Monday, 2 February 2009
08:39:22 PM (GMT)
The Forced and Forbidden
I guess things are never as they seem. The most aggressive of people
can actually be caring and willing to take a risk, those cheerleaders never seem to
be troubled but really they only dis people to make themselves feel better. And you
never know the most unpopular person you could ever meet turns out to be the only
person you could care about, even if you don't know it. I am Delaney Jones, and it's
my turn to tell the stories.
High School, every body dreads those two words composed in that
order when used in a sentence. but really... what's really there to stress about?
Teachers... Nah! Homework... Not a chance! Boys...uh...YEAH! Boys? Hmm? So Boys are
the only reason "Girls" so as we are called, come to this dreadful building they call
Well I Guess that makes sense... in a way.
I mean, not to me! I've never been in love, never had a boyfriend, i've never even
looked at a guy before him.
Who is he?
I have no idea.
But I'm gonna find out...
Why am I stressing? I guess i just think i am. No it's real, not just
psychological. I'm feeling it, and I'm living it. I lye in bed awake but my eyes are
closed waiting for the alarm clock to ring "starting" my day. My first day of High
School. Five... Four... Three... Two... I'm counting down in my head as i tighten my
eyelids and cover my ears and face with my pillow as my alarm clock approaches 6:00
a.m. sharp. As if it would help. The obnoxious instrument blared it's loud piercing
cry throughout my bedroom. Intended to wake me as always.
Forcing myself awake, I practically dragged myself to the bathroom. Not
even my glasses could help me see. Seeing this as a problem I removed my glasses from
my face. I let the tap run to heat the water spewing from the faucet. As I awaited
the soon-to-be-hot water I stared blankly into the mirror, my pale brown eyes and my
Brunette hair meant nothing to me, as if it made me look better, my face was as plain
as the expression on it, tired. nothing captivating about my face. nothing that made
me... unique. maybe that's my problem... I'm too plain.I have no significant
features, i wasn't "popular", I'm not a "nerd"
I'm just Delaney Jones... the nobody.
My Hair tangled as usual covered face.
I decided to make use of the spared minutes I had to brush through my hair. And To
begin Dreading the day I enter High School.
*to be continued*
Last edited: 16 February 2009