A fresh Start

A fresh Start

A Chapter by Smith Courtney

Ah, what I would give to be there again. I loved it. Every minute of it. I had a rough family life at home but somehow, school seemed to make up for it. I was a cheerleader and I loved the sport. Always in the front in the routines. I loved cheering for all of my friends seeing as I was such a tomboy as a toddler. When I saw my coach smiling at me, I would yell louder with the biggest smile on my face. Hit my motions tighter. I wanted to make her look. That’s what the school year basically consisted of. Making people look. I begged for attention because I wasn’t getting any from my parents. I was finally starting to feel at peace with myself and the rest of the world. Forgotten about the drama with my mother, and moved on so quickly. I felt wanted, I felt like I belonged for the first time in forever. Looking back, I’m sure so many people thought I was obsessed with being the best. I would wake up at 5 in the morning and straighten my hair strand by strand, put on my makeup so flawlessly like any eighth grader would only dream of doing. That’s something I picked up from being alone so much at home when my mom was in the hospital. Makeup. I was extremely talented at it for my age. Aside from the face that I wore entirely too much, I always looked good, and I loved it. I guess the people thinking I was conceited were right. I would dress a mannequin with my outfit every night. Short skirts, and pretty tops. That was my uniform. I felt wanted. Like people at school wanted to see me. Wanted to be friends with me. I didn’t have any boyfriends that year. Yeah, I’d “go out” with a guy for a week, but I was so bored with that. I wanted to focus on myself. Focus on everything I could become of myself. I became infatuated with looking perfect, being skinny, having the perfect grades. I did good in school that year. Carried A’s through all of my classes. All the teachers loved me mainly because they knew my brother, who was always a good student in middle school. I loved math. My teacher was the best. I felt so close to him and I know he felt the same with me too. I never had any problems with anyone that year. No drama, no fights. I was a good kid, and it really showed. I had the best friends in the world. That was back when I thought girls were nice. Ha, I wish I still felt that way, but I believe everything happens for a reason. People lie, so you learn to never trust anyone but yourself and things get bad so you respect them when they are good. All credits to Marilyn Monroe for helping me see that. Girls were nice to me, I know they talked about me, but I wasn’t infuriated by it as I get to the point of now.   I so strongly believed that they were just jealous of me, and wanted certain things that I had. Little did they know, I didn’t have much. Only what I made of what I was given. I like to think that I came across as mature and outgoing, not impulsive and stuck up, but I don’t think that’s the case. For some reason, boys were interested in me. I guess they liked my confidence. I was labeled as “hot” by an eighth grader, and that triggered something.. I didn’t like it and I didn’t want it to happen. I was in sixth grade. I didn’t think these things would be introduced to me until high school, but they came quicker.. like I said; I matured quickly..



© 2011 Smith Courtney


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Smith Courtney
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My name is Courtney Smith I'm new to the whole writing world, so feedback would be just lovely :) I'm fourteen years young I live my life to the fullest. I figure if I don't, someone else will try .. more..

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