Chapter One

 

I’m an average female. A regular 15 year old girl with not a care in the world. I study when I have a test in school. I get in trouble when I don’t get good grades or listen to my parents. My name is Destiny Faye Johnson. I have sandy blonde hair with ocean blue eyes that turn grey when it rains. I am about 5 foot 5 inches. I like to be involved in plays and theatre. I also play the guitar. I like electric but could only afford acoustic. I don’t have a job but I do need one. I am waiting till I turn 16 to get one though. I mow the yard every other week and get paid 30 dollars which is enough to pay my cell phone bill so that is the only work I am willing to do. I am a freshman at Anthony Nepal high school. I am currently single and for a good reason. The boys my age are jerks. Like completely utterly pigs. All they care about is one thing. And that is sex. I’m a virgin and am saving it for the perfect guy. I know exactly who that guy is going to be too. So I have one problem. The problem with me is that I’m in love. He doesn’t know I love him, but sooner or later he will know. I’m going to let him know when the time comes. There happens to be another problem though. He has a wife, Beatrice, ( I hate her so much) and is 20 years older than me. His name is Weston.. I call his Wes though. It’s a very fitting name for his. His dark brown eyes and dark hair with his dark skin is perfect. He is African American. (a.k.a. black) I would love to have his kids and become his wife.

 

Why do I think of children when he doesn’t even know I like him? And for another fact, he has a wife! How the heck am I suppose to have kids with a man that has a wife already. I decided that I am going to tell him that I am secretly in love with him I just haven’t found out how I am going to announce this to him without frightening him away from me. I wish he would love me the way I love him. I really need to stop talking about him. Yikes!

 

So anyways, I’m going to start school tomorrow. And I am not looking forward to it. I hate going to school. That is why I do so poorly in it. I don’t try for lack of motivation. To be honest there truly isn’t a reason for me to go to school. I want to become a councilor for pregnant teens. My best friend Kimmi is going to be there. I have my very first class with her. Thank whoever is out there. (I’ll explain later) Kimmi has been there for me through thick and thin. She is my girl and we’ll be tight till the end. Her parents hate me because I was talking about sexual things on the phone with her and her dad was eavesdropping and listening to everything I was saying. So now we are banned from hanging out with each other. We made sure that we had at least two classes together though. So take that Kimmi’s parents. Hah. I’m taking a Japanese class with Kimmi. It’s going to be our very first hour. So we are going to be half asleep in the morning. We are still going to have a good time. Anyways back to the whole hating school. Yeah I’ve been in I.S.S. (In school suspension) so many times I am known as the bad girl at school. This is really sad because I don’t do that much of bad stuff. I have bi-polar which causes me to get pissed off really easily. It’s not my fault it’s my bi-polars.