Chapter 1: The New Decision

Chapter 1: The New Decision

A Chapter by Brianna W.

    No one ever gave me the "How To Fit In" books. No one ever thought to give me tips on surviving high school. In school, I was the awkward, shy girl that always got left out. I didn't dress all that differently from everyone else. I didn't act like a totally different person when people were around. I didn't let people treat me like a puppet and act the way they wanted me to.
   Of course I stood up for myself, I just didn't feel the need to initiate conversations with every person I came in to contact with. I had maybe three friends that I rarely saw, but other than that, I was known as an outsider. I really didn't know how to start conversations and keep them going. I could tell that that annoyed people. It even annoyed me at times too!
   This unknown behavior needed to end. I want it to end. I needed to branch out, and make friends. I want to make more friends. It was already halfway through the school year, how would people respond to Addison Vogn suddenly changing into an outgoing person? An outsider to an insider? I know I just have to take this one step at a time.
  The very next day, I walk in to my English class with my head held high, and a new confidence that I couldn't wait for people to see. Then I notice a new face in the classroom. I thought to myself, "This is the perfect opportunity to show the new me to someone I've never even met!" Before I knew it, I was standing next to him about to introduce myself.
   "Hi, I'm Addison, but you can call me Addie, what's your name?"
   "Hey, I'm Ryan, but you can call me Ryan." He said with a smirk.
   "It's nice to meet you Ryan." I sat down in the seat next to him then say, "So, where are you from?"
   "Here, we just moved to this side of town so I had to switch schools."
   "Oh, I see."
   "Yeah. So...." He said slowly.
   I felt this conversation was going nowhere until he said, "So what type of music to do you like?"
   "Pop, alternative, rock, country and such. What about you?"
   "Same. I cannot stand screamo or rap to the point you can't even grasp what they are saying."
   "Me too! I can't even stand to listen to it for even 30 seconds." I said surprised.
   "Yeah, same here. What are your favorite bands?"
   "Well I sort of go in spells of who I like, but right now I'm into The Cab, Maroon 5 and Fall Out Boy. And so much more."
   "No way! Me too! Did you ever watch the 90s shows like 'All That' and 'Kenan & Kel'?"
   "Of course! And the Amanda Show! They were the best shows! They were so random and I loved it!"
  "Oh yeah, me too! Wow, we've known each other for like five minutes and we already have a lot in common!"
  "I know right? I have to tell you, normally, I would have probably just sat down and not say anything. But last night I was thinking that I really need to branch out and make new friends and open up a little bit. I'm really glad I got to meet you."
  "I know what you mean, don't worry about it, my sister is the same way. But I'm really glad I got to meet you too. Its not everyday I get the chance to meet a beautiful girl like yourself."
  "You... You... think I'm beautiful?" My heart just skipped a few beats as I was blushing.
  "Absolutely, and just in five minutes, I could tell that we could be good friends."
  "Thank you. No one has ever said that to me. I hope we become good friends. You seem awesome. Not to mention very attractive."
  He looks down and smiles and looks back to me and says, "Thanks, uhh I got to go. Oh and by the ways here's my number, text me after school."
  Ryan hands me a little piece of paper with his number on it and I nod then he walks out the room.


© 2011 Brianna W.


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Brianna W.
Brianna W.

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I am Brianna The daughter of true parents Who needs true friends Who loves people more than they deserve Who sees my true dream Who hates showing others who I really am on the .. more..

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