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Something I've been writing, I don't want any complaints on the context, if this isn't what you want to hear don't read it. Don't say it's against your beliefs and on and on. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 2, 2009    Reads: 337    Comments: 12    Likes: 2   


PART ONE

Chapter One: Ryan

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Everyone talks about how first kisses

are all fireworks and butterflies in your stomache.

To be honest, my first kiss with Daniel was exactly that,

even though we were supposed to be just friends...

and guys aren't supposed to kiss

.

It made me realise how head over heals I am for him.

~

It's hard to think about only schoolwork, my mind has to be in two places. As interesting as elipsis points are, I'm thinking about later tonight. When I'll be at Barbies' house smoking a cigarett and taking photographs. That's the way most of my nights go; I don't want to be home with my mom, not with her boyfriend.

I don't like the way he looks at me, the way he tries to make his hand on my knee look friendly. It feels like he's hitting on me. I tried to tell my mom, she called me a liar and a fag. Both comments equally hurt; she didn't believe her own son and she couldn't accept me.

That was the first time in years my sister, Hunter comforted and hugged me. It hasn't happened again since then though. Life went back to being lonely.

"You're dismissed" the teacher calls out. It's funny how I didn't hear any of the last ten minutes of her talking. I hurry to pick up my books and leave, but once I get to the door I drop my stuff and have to bend down to pick everything up.

Thankfully, some comes to my rescue, because I see a flash of a hand reach down and grab my Chemistry book. I look up to thank the said person, it's Isiah.

I know a lot about him; he hangs out with my sister, he's popular, he's a basketball player, he gets good grades, and he's totally gorgeous, but totally not my type.

Isiah gives me a warm look, so I smile before I leave and the funny thing is that he watches me as I scurry away.

When I reach my locker my cell phone starts buzzing like it's clausterphobic inside of my pocket and is dying to get out in the open light and air again. I flip it open and it's Barbies' rough but fragile voice saying hello.

"You can't come over tonight. Can I come to your place, we can use my new camera and have some fun with it?" she's practically dangling a lets-laugh-until-our-sides-ache night infront of my face.

"Of course."





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