I slowly make my way out of bed freezing from the crisp morning air. I probably shouldn't of stayed up so late the night before the first day of high school. I blindly put my clothes on too tired to even bother turning on the lights. I brush my almost white hair, put on dark red lipstick and thicken my eyeliner from the night before. It's only 7 o'clock I guess I have time for a cigarette. Now I know what you're thinking "but you're only fourteen" well I'm a pretty messed up fourteen year old I grew up way too fast and there is no point of slowing down if I'm already this far gone. My phone buzzes "hey I'm almost to your house be ready" I slide on my shoes and grab my bag, I hear the doorbell ring and I open the door. " Hey, you ready?" Wyatt asked. "yeah man just let me spray some perfume so I don't smell like a forty year old chain smoker."

We finally got to school after twenty minutes of walking. We find our lockers and walk around hoping to find our classes. I'm staring daggers into anyone who dares to make eye contact with me but then I see her. A beautifully tall angel with short brown hair and, chocolate eyes that you wish would look at you with the sweetness of her gaze. She looks to be about sixteen or seventeen and I know she drives because I see her keys in her hand. Hopefully I have an art class with her. As I get lost in thought I realize I have been staring at her and at this point she's literally two feet from me but even with the awkwardness I can't look away. She smiles at me with her sparkling teeth "good morning" she says cheerfully. I give her a half smile without looking too creepy.

I went most of the day not seeing her again clinging on to that little piece of hope that she's in one of my classes. I make my way to my last class, drawing. Then I see her, the girl I sew earlier the one that I have been waiting for. The teacher is giving us seating arrangements and she happens to put us together. I don't know if I should feel happy or not.

We ended up talking and she offered me a ride home. What?! "I have to stop at my locker first. Is that alright?" "Oh and by the way what's your name?" I calmly ask. "My name is Alex, to be honest I hate that name it's not that feminine." "I'm sorry what's your name?" She asks with her silky smooth voice. "Uh well um my name is Christina but you can call me Chris."