Why...

As the warm glowing rays from the sun piercing through the wooden blinds of my bedroom window, I sat up and thought about my daily plans. Today was the day that I was going to announce my secret to the world, I don't how, but I was going to. As I steadily got up and left the comfort of my bedroom to enter the cool blue bathroom an image suddenly emerged from my memory. When I saw Robert talking to his best friend Chris. His golden complexion, his cute smile and finally the way his fringe covered his face partially. All I could think of how badly I was going to admit my feelings.

 

I quickly splashed cold water on my face to awake the sleepy eyes and facing me was the trembling lips of fear. He wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I would shut my eyes and open them again. I decided that a well earned shower at 6.15 in the morning was needed. As the warm water hit my shoulders I relaxed and only could think about my daily plans. I had a science test and only had a chance to revise once my older brother Michael had left my room for whatever reason, I could not remember.

 

Time had passed and the house had became alive as my younger sister started to cry. I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs as I already knew that Hilary was waiting for me, and low and behold she was sitting at kitchen table eating breakfast while listening to the moans of my annoying brother. I waved goodbye to my mother who already looked like she was about to have a nervous breakdown while my father most likely had already left for the daily toils of being a head-hunter. I grabbed the last toast against the moans of my mother who wanted me to eat probably. I took my schoolbag and was already debating with myself on whether to buy lunch outside school today or eat in the ghostly old fashioned canteen. However I decided to eat out as I had at least been able to think without the pains of my friends. 

 

As me and Hilary cheerfully got on the bus the flashbacks of fear entered my mind as I saw Robert the cutest guy in the world talking to Rocky the rebel I greeted them shyly and continued to walk down the bus with the annoying bus driver shouting to us to move. As me and Hilary talked about the latest challenge of our science test I couldn't help but glance in the direction of Robert only to see those attractive warm eyes staring right back. I quickly looked away but couldn't help smiling I definely decided that I would tell him this afternoon I just wasn't sure when.

 

It was our stop and we had to get off, it was just then that I about to enter the warm breeze of spring when I felt a tap on my shoulder as I turned to face this stranger the doors closed. It was Robert, who was talking about something but I wasn't annoyed that I had missed my stop! Then I heard something that sounded more like a shock then a surprise he was asking me out, it was only then that I realised he had already knew anything and was only unsure about how to approach the topic as I hurrily got off the bus. He waved goodbye and I couldn't help but smile on the concept of us dating as I stepped on solid ground for the first time. 

 

I ran downhill hill, only to bump into my science teacher who was complaining for a very unusual reason about this test he was going to give us and he felt that it was unfair that he didn't give us any warning even though we were prepared. I was still in shock on this act of kindness!

 

As our science teacher went his way along the steepness of gravelled path towards the new block. I spoke to Hilary about the unexpected results of staying on the bus accidently. Although I didn't tell the whole truth, Hilary was still happy on the scenes that did happen. 

 

Two hours later and I was already into my second lesson of the day, our generous science teacher gave us 3 days revision which was plenty of time for me to ignore my annoying brother and revise with peace and quiet if only that would actually be the case, so I guess I would have to be going over to Hilary’s to revise. Like that would happen. Life really is unfair.

 

Is that right Elena? As I sadly had to escape the pains of how I was going to revise to end the realm's of reality and face Ms Hardy, my boring middle aged maths teacher with little to no respect or care for those around her. What's right? Ms Hardy, 'Well the fact that you’re going to get a detention and spend a blissful one hour of your precious life doing your maths homework and listening to my pleasant voice about this lesson!' Brilliant a hour of my life wasted with the crow, how wonderful.

 

Lunch finally arrived after hours of strict lessons, me and Hilary walked out to go buy some lunch I know, I  was meant to escape from the hands of my best friend but I couldn't she was part of me just like I was part of her. She was moaning and groaning as we walked on the cold concrete about Mr Bloom her art teacher who had given her a C for whatever reason which had escaped my mind.

She brought a bag of warm white and milk chocolate cookies still fresh from the oven from the local bakery around the corner as I departed to Tesco’s and brought a shop-made BLT sandwich. 

 

I remember the first time that I  met Robert it was when he had stolen, me and Hilary's seats on the already crowded bus with that smug on his face as he realised why we had that disbelieved face on. It was such a weird thing to remember about a person, but I do. I couldn't do it I just couldn't go up and tell a guy that I liked him no matter how nice he was.

 

Damn I had been caught day dreaming my Hilary, I laughed it off nervously. As we entered the daunting gates and tried to search for an outside table to look for I couldn't help but notice that we were being watched by the cutish sixth former Andrew. 

 

 

To be continued xxx 

 

Author's Note

Not finished yet !
don't mind the grammar mistakes
x

Reviews

[Astrid Hamilton]

Dear writer:

The thing about this story is,
(and your age does not matter in the significance of the storytelling)

but the world of writing would be so drab if all the books were constantly edited to perfection;
the world of words would be the same, just with different ones chosen for different vision.
For example, it would be neat to see these grammar mistakes written by a teenager,
as that's how teenagers write, usually,
just the same way as it would be awesome to see a backwords "K", for instance,
on a keyboard,
to be used by, say, a nine year old boy;
I believe you understand what I'm trying to say;
and not that that perspective or possible reversion would make the world
unlearned or incorrectly learned or ignorant;
just the opposite:
it would be so much more rich of imagination!
Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........


i love this story.

I like the way your character's narrative comes to life;
I can imagine every thing; the dad leaving for work,
the mom having a near nervous breakdown, and the toast in the toaster,
the water running in the shower,
the crush this girl has on this boy.

You did an awesome job!

p.s.

"Tell him, before it's too late!"