Personal story..I guess

My eyes were swollen and puffy, smeared mascara and tears, I looked a mess.. I wiped my nose with some toilet paper and sat on the lid or our toilet..My sobs had turned into muffled gasps. Hopefully he didn't see me crying, embarrasing myself allover again. My phone buzzed on the counter, I barely noticed as I took another deep breath to silence my crys.

 

I spent hours perfecting every little strand of curly hair with my straightener, I tryed on thirty different outfits, makeup, brushed my teeth, shaved my legs..So when I pulled on jean shorts and a tanktop with a feathery sweater, I thought for once I was pretty. But more than ever I thought he would see me and be "Wow, look how much she's changed." Turns out I didn't though, not enough change for him..I was still me. Still a dorky awkward teenager, that girl that's mother was his 8th grade english teacher..That weird girl who had a crush on him and still does.

 

I remember showing up and setting my ground rules. First stay calm, it's not like you didn't see and talk to him last week. Secound act like you are not too intrested, fix your b***s and do the right walk, play with your hair be attractive...somewhat. And third and finally don't make eye contact..I cannot let him think I was staring and practically drooling.Finally, I was ready to take on the years last football game, against the rival school.

 

 

Author's Note

NOT EVEN CLOSE TO DONE lol