"Hello, my name is Jaymie Clark. I'm four years old, and just moved here from Tampa Bay, Florida. My favorite colour's pink, and I'm an only child," I said with a bright smile as I looked up at Ms. Bree, my brown hair bouncing in ringlets that framed my face. Ms. Bree smiled and the entire class clapped.
"Now children I hope we can all give Jaymie a great big Riverwood Elementary School welcome! Right?" Ms. Bree smiled widely and bent down beside me. 'I'm four, I ain't stupid, you don't have to talk to me like I'm two." I remember thinking as Ms. Bree said, "Now Jaymie, where would you like to sit, sweetheart, so you can make tons of new friends?" I raised a slender eyebrow at her and shrugged.
"Anywhere," I said, hoping she'd get that I didn't like her tone, or the way she bent down beside me. I wasn't a normal four year old. And I couldn't wait for her to figure that out!
"Oh, okay," Ms. Bree smiled and stood, looking around before her face brightened and she said, "How about beside Ricky! Sounds great!" She said and pushed me gently towards the little light brown haired boy sitting at a horseshoe shaped table with a bunch of other boys and a little towhead girl. Her hair where in curly pigtails, her eyes shone as she watched Ricky. I wrinkled my nose slightly, as I put my backpack in my cubby as Ms. Bree instructed. I sighed and sat in the purple chair beside the older boy and frowned.
"My name's Ricky McNilson," He whispered, smiling a charming young smile at me. Though I was four, and he six, I knew I'd neverbe able to forget that smile. And I knew that I was in love with Ricky McNilson, but would never show it. Later that day during art was when I really felt my heart melt and become Ricky's play-dough. I was coloring a picture with a pink crayon on a white sheet of computer paper. i gasped when my crayon was snatched from my hand and turned around, hair flying, to glare at my attacker. Ricky.
"Give it back!" I snapped, getting from my chair. Standing, I was still at least half a foot smaller than him, "Give it back Ricky McNilson!" Ricky cackled, and the towhead girl who's name was Sharie, giggled. She clearly had fallen for Ricky's facade as well, I just wish I hadn't.
"Why should I?" Ricky smirked, waving the crayon infront of my face. I gritted my teeth and jumped at Ricky, reaching for the crayon as we fell to the ground. Our parents were called in and we both had the rest of the day off, as well as Tuesday and Wednesday. I glared at Ricky who sat between his parents in the front office, waiting for their turn to speak to the principle. My parents walked ahead of me, clearly upset by my actions. They, too, shot glares at the parents of my new love and enemy. I stuck my tongue out at him, I know it was childish, but I was four at the time. I smiled smugly and skipped out, Ricky sticking his tongue out back at me.
I snapped from my daydream as a car horn honked and I raced to my front window, which looked over the front yard and Maple street. I watched as Ricky climbed into the front seat of a 2010 Ford Jeep Rangler owned by his best friend Ben, his other best friend, Matt, sat in the back. I narrowed my eyes as the three drove off, wooping loudly like wild animals.
'I honestly have no idea what you see in him,' My mind growled at me angrily. I sighed, I had to agree. Ricky was the exact opposite of me. He was a bad boy. He constantly got into fights, he'd been suspended seven times since I've known him - Not counting the time I was suspended along with him! - he's been out late partying, he's been drunk, he's gotten the cops called to his house on numerous occasions, he never paid attention in class, and I'm pretty sure he was going to fail senior year! But I didn't care, I loved him. And only Nyomie knew it.