My first love

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


When she finally decides to choose school and herself over her endless search for love, someone from her past shows up and he is about to mess up her life all over again.

Submitted: October 11, 2017

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Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always dreamed of that perfect love story, where the prince wakes her princess with a true loves kiss, or where he rescues her from the tower. Maybe my prince will never come but who knows? Maybe I just need to give it time, maybe everything will fall in to place if I just have a little faith.

Well that didn’t happen. My life is still a mess, princess stories are dead to me and school is all I’m trying to focus on lately. No more, oh that boy is cute and maybe he is the one. From now on I’m going to focus on me and me only.

 It’s Tuesday and I’m in science class right now. I try to focus so hard and absorb every word she says but it doesn’t work. I don’t understand this kind of thing, I’m a all music and art person, not a science and math person. After 30 minutes of trying to pay attention to this really fucking boring class I quit and start staring out of the window. Its fall and the paths that used to be so clear in the summer are now completely gone. They’re coffered in leaves and branches that have fallen from the threes who hover above them. I always love the fall it just gives you that magical vibe u know? The colors are so strong and intense and I just can’t get enough of it. I feel that im getting sucked into my own thoughts again and I want to tell them to go away but why would I even bother I mean, this class is like supper boring and I don’t understand a single thing of what she is trying to tell me anyways. So I might as well just give up already because we all know that im going to fail and that I’ll be stuck here forever. Well forever is a long time and I don’t think I’ll be here that long but it will for sure be a long time before I graduate. I watch as the people walk down the almost unrecognizable paths. Wind is blowing in there backs and I watch closely as the long hair of the two girls im now following blows in there faces. They look annoyed and cold, they look like its the worst day of there life and if they’re already done living. I watch the sky as I see a beam of sunlight breaking trough the dark clouds, this looks so beautiful and I imagine all the beautiful shots I could capture at this exact moment. Im almost at the point where I want to stand up and run outside with my camera to take a few amazing shots. But I don’t, I tell myself that its not worth it. Not again anyways. 

“Violet”

“Violet”

“Hello attention to violet” 

At first I didn’t even hear that someone was calling my name, I slowly take my eyes of the beautiful images I captured in my head and look for the person who’s calling me. I look right into my teachers eyes and then I suddenly I recognize her voice. 

“Violet can you please tell us to answer to my question?” She says in a calm and soft voice. And the way she says it makes my head go crazy, I didn’t even hear the god dam question. “I’m sorry but what was the question again?” I ask in the sweetest voice i got. She lets out  deep sigh then tells the question directly followed by the answer and I feel a walm of relive and calmness fall over me again. “And please try to pay attention the next time miss Montgomery” I nod and then stare at her mouth moving up and down as she speaks not hearing a word of what she is actually saying. This go’s on for about whats left of the rest of the time I need to spent in this class. The bell rings and I watch as everyone trying to be the first one to leave, I don’t really care i’m more like a everything at its time person. I walk toward the crowd, ready for them to suck me into this never ending line of students walking trough these halls, trying to find there way to there locker or friends who might be doing the same. Just when im about to exit the classroom miss Davidson asks me to stay just a minute longer. I turn around and wonder what kind of speech I will be getting today. Maybe its the, I know its a lot but, or the I know you can do it speech. I could even be the, maybe if you pay more attention in my classes speech. Whatever it is I do rather not hear it, I don’t have time for another one of her useless speeches about how I should be in her classes. And then she says something that caught my attention. “You got me what!?” I say with my irritated voice. “I got you a tutor Violet, you should be thankful this will help you I’m sure of it” she says in a calm and sweet voice. I roll my eyes at her and walk out irritated. Who does she think I am? She can’t just tell me what to do whenever she likes it. After a while of mocking about it I decide to let it go and maybe consider to go one time just to see if it will work for me or not.

So that what I did. It’s Friday and today is my first tutor session, miss Davidson had arranged  a meeting for me and my tutor in the library. I didn’t know who or what to expect I mean what did I even need to expect except for the fact that’s probably going to suck anyway. I walk to the tutor section our library made for us and us only, and with us I mean the kids who need a tutor because we’re to dum to think on our own. I look around and see al kinds of people waiting, I see nerds talking to other nerds, more nerds helping kids that aren’t even listening I can relate to that and I see Brandon sitting in this same nerd corner, his feet are on the table and he is leaning back against his chair. He looks at his phone and it seems like he’s texting. Brandon is like the most “populair” boy in school, I think he is just a douchebag with a bit to big ego but the whole school seems to love him. He is smart, captain of the baseball and football team and of course helps people like me. At this moment I hope my tutor is one of this stupid nerd talking to other stupid nerds, anything is better then Brandon I swear anything.  I ask each one of them if they’re my tutor but they al look at me with this scared look in there eyes and tell me no. I let out a deep sigh and look into Brandons direction, he gives me a soft slime and waves. I give him a annoyed smile back and walk over to the table hoping the earth will fall apart in this exact moment freeing me from the hell I’m about to walk into. I drop my bag on the table and sit down in frond of him. “Violet Montgomery, how have you been” he says with his asshole voice. “Wonderfull, I was even more Wonderfull when I heard that you moved away” I give him a sarcastic smile and he rolls his eyes. “Just so you know” I say, “I don’t want this and im just here because miss Davidson told me so. And If I knew that you where going to tutor me I wouldn’t even had come.”. “I know” he says in a calm and kind of sweet voice. Whats surprises me to be honest. “Alright so lets start at the begging, what do you know about science?” He asks. “Oh well it sucks, its boring and I don’t understand a single thing about it.” I say giving him one of my famous ‘I fucked up’ faces. He lets out a deep sigh and tells me to open my book on the first page, because thats where we will start tutoring. After a couple of boring hours I’m like nowhere  closer to understanding this stupid class and im like even more bored then I already was. and then he finally says, “alright I think we’re done here for today”. i’m so happy to hear that that I let out a scream of relieve yelling,“YES!”  Trough te whole library. Everyone gives me that angry ‘sshh you’re in the library” look and I give them that “sorry didn’t meen to” look. He looks at me with this sad face and I can see that he wants to tell me something.

“Violet?”

“Uh yes?”

“U know I really am sorry for what I did to you and I..” I didn’t even let him finnish his sentence because I don’t want to hear it, im done with his bullshit and its a bit late now for him to apologize anyways. 

“I don’t want to hear it Brandon, go fuck yourself.” Is what I want to say, but im not that person anymore so I say, “Just don’t, I don’t want to hear it” and with that I walk away.


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