Everything was perfectly fine. No, everything was more than fine. It was awesome! Besides, I totally aced that super hard Science test, and I learned that the kid I've been crushing on for awhile now likes me back!
I wasn't ready for anything to change, I was perfectly content is this life right now. I wanted time to leave through the window and never come back. Why couldn't things just always stay the same?
Friday was a beautiful day: the sun in the sky, warming my skin, and letting my white legs from winter breathe fresh air. I saw the sun through the window of my classroom, wishing I could be playing soccer or just laying around, trying to tan my abnormal white skin.
I shook my head as to wake myself. I was in Global Studies, as the teacher, Mr. Wilson, drained on about the battle of Gettysburg. One word: booooringg!
My friend, Carmen was making faces at me, causing me to snicker. Her lips were trying to tell me something, but the bell interrupted her. I was always bad at reading people's mouthing-lips.
"Hey!" Carmen caught up to me, as I picked up my books and started towards the door. The bell signaled the end of the school day, so we could leave me.
"Hey Car, did we have any math homework? I hope not, Mr. Drew didn't even explain anything good at all."
"Uhh, I don't think so," She said quickly, and she took a breath. "Anyway, Lily was telling me about this sweet college party, and she said to tell a bunch of people. I think we should go!"
I sighed, because parties weren't outside.
Okay folks, I admit that I am an outside freak! I love being outside, and the idea of just running free. That was lame, but you understand me. I get that from my mom, who is obsessed with gardening and lawn care. She even talks to her plants. She didn't before, but she started to when dad left.
I liked playing soccer, and in fact, being a silly freshman on the varsity team said something, didn't it?
"Oh, really?"
"Yes! Oh, yeah, and you'll never guess who's gonna be there!"
Uh, let's guess, the only guy you've been talking about for like, three whole months?
I bet you ten bucks she's going to say Dan Anderson.
When I didn’t respond, she squealed,
"Dan Anderson!"
Dude, you owe me ten bucks.
"Oh, really?" I said, my voice obviously not interested. However, Carmen never cared if I was interested or not, she just rather babbled on and on. You get used to it after awhile.
I looked up at the blue sky again, grateful for sunshine and warmth (only because I am a freak, duh!)
We kept walking, the pitter-platter of our shoes creating various rhythms in my head, and my hips swayed to my imaginary beat. I stared at my Vans, thinking if I had any homework. I hope that I didn't.
It was funny, because here I was, the innocent little freshman, and then you saw Carmen, the more devious one. Carmen was Latino, with an hourglass frame that caused boys to drool, with beautiful dark olive skin. She had dark eyes and dark hair to match, and long eyelashes. In a short explanation: she was gorgeous.
She even looked older, which I envied, and often hanged out with kids much older than her. In this way, she was more adventurous and she had done things I still cringed at thinking of doing. This means sex, and she's told me of all the college parties she's gone to, with beer.
We were opposites. I never drank, and couldn't, because if caught, I couldn't play soccer. Sex was also out of the question, because I still giggled at words like 'vagina' or 'penis', because I'm just sooo immature. (Big grin goes here, teehee).
If our personalities were so different, you should have seen our physical differences!
I had blonde hair that went to my rear, with bright green eyes. I had a slender, but muscular build, with strong soccer-player legs. I hardly had a chest, which I was torn about having – Carmen got a lot of attention just because of the size of her chest.
I had sharp features, maybe too sharp. My jaw line was as if it was carved of stone, and my cheekbones were slender leading to puckered, pink lips. Meanwhile, Carmen had 'baby' cheeks, with big lips, that were very kissable, in my opinion. Not that I swung that way, but you couldn't deny the softness of them.
Carmen's hand reached my shoulder, shaking me slightly from my bizarre mind.
"Yes, really! Are you even paying attention?" Carmen nearly yelled in my ear.
No way.
"Yes!"
"Oh, good, at first I thought you were zoning out."
I was.
"Of course I wasn't," I replied, kicking absently at a rock.
"Good! Anyway, what were you going to wear to this party? I was going to wear…"
After awhile, I just kind of…you know, zoned out. I couldn't handle anymore of that dang babbling.
I stared out at the road ahead of me, as a sleek Volvo rode past by us. I looked as it went by, and the driver looked back. He was a handsome man, and looked about twenty, with just as sharp features as I, with cold gray-blue eyes. Of course, our eye contact was only seconds, since he was driving, but I definitely felt something, even as quick as my gaze was.
The way he looked back at me with such a stone-stare made shivers go down my spine, but I quickly shook it off, catching phrases Carmen was saying.
I had an odd feeling as I approached Carmen's house, walking sullenly with her up her drive, to get ready for this party.
