Thread:Firedraki88/@comment-5287375-20120713045745

 Chapter 1 

   You ever feel like nothing can ever go right, like you’re always the one never allowed to go to that party that you have been searching for the “right” outfit for. You know the one that will help you stand out from all the girls with blonde hair and blue eyes. That outfit that will make a statement like “come on person, I have been crushing on you for like ever.” Well I have been that girl for at least 5 years now, I was never able get “into” or aloud to go to all those kinds of parties.

   Oh, I haven’t introduced myself, I am Tatiana Lewis, I am 5 feet 10inches tall, and I have long golden blonde hair, which I love to brush out every chance I get. I like to play video games, play with my dogs, and watch yogi-oh and Pokémon ever chance I get. I am your “normal” 17-years-old junior; I am a transfer student from Checotah, Oklahoma’s own senior high school with about 475 students, to San Francisco, California’s Ridge Mount High which has about 2600 students (big difference). I haven’t always been “normal” Tatiana Lewis; I used to be the most popular of the A-Crowd. The one awed for her glamour and beauty. You know the one always sought after by all the guys, even some of the girls. That all changed in a blink of an eye. That is when I realized who my real friend were, although none of them where A-Crowd’s (which I was happy about because, I never really liked any of them).

They were actually the most unlikely of people. They were Amber Michaels and Sarnia Coobacheck, They girls who where my best friends back in Middle School. I hadn’t even noticed they transferred last year. Last I knew they were still back in my home town of Checotah, Oklahoma. They had always been blessed by the puberty gods in most aspects. It surprised me that they weren’t part of the A-Crowd. With their keen fashion sense, luscious long hair, gorgeous complexions and marvelous talents for music and art, evidently they had found their own group of people, which I guessed I was now a part of. I was a part of the art and music group.

 Now that we were all in San Francisco, California, I could explain the situation to them. Why I was shipped to California for stupid boarding school even if it is co-ed. I told them all about my mother’s promotion, and my dad’s transfer from his old place of work, Even if it was in a totally different state and on the opposite sides of the universal state of being. About my fighting in school when my dad started cheating on my mom, which they never knew about because, I never wanted to them to know (I am really good at hiding my feelings and emotions).

We became best friends all over again. We did all the usual thing best friends do, group project buddies, sleepovers, and the all import anta, group dates. Even though we rarely had actual dates, we went to a movie or did something fun every Friday night. Even if it was just watching a movie, eating pop corn, and chocolate, at one of our houses while watching a movie at one of our houses.

I never thought that I would want to date a guy I actually liked ever again. That day came all too soon, and with the guy I shared a mutual hatred with!? The boy who threw koolade in my milk in grade 5, stuck glue in my peanut butter and jelly sandwich in grade 7, put gum in only one of my pigtails in grade 8 (I had to cut off most of my long golden blonde hair, but at least I could still make it look semi presentable). I guess he was making fun of and being mean to the girls he “liked”. His name was Drue Swiff. I guessed I never noticed how hot he had gotten since freshman year, he has been getting tanner, and he has defiantly become a much better artist and bass guitar player, pretty much an all around better person!

Before I knew it, I was sitting in a Starbucks, across the street from the olive garden. Where he has worked for almost 2 years now (I know probably should tell him how I feel). As I thought this, I also thought about how he tried to tell me how he liked me

<p style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:-.25in;margin-bottom: 5.0pt;margin-left:-.25in;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; text-indent:13.5pt;line-height:200%;tab-stops:0in 405.0pt;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-style:italic">It was our last three weeks of sophomore year. I was a little preoccupied with a song I was supposed to write for my music final (I would have written it sooner but, I had to cram for finals. So I hadn't even heard the first few words of what he was saying, (keep in mind that I didn't want to break his heart). I still remembered what it felt like to be leaded to believe that someone cares about you and they don't even pay one morsel of mind and want to break your heart later. I didn't want anyone to ever feel that out of touch with life. So I told him "I didn't have any feelings for him and I probably never would." which now that I think about it was really rude and mean. (I was so superficial back then) (What if he doesn’t like me anymore, what if he has moved on?!) This and many different thoughts ran through my mind. “If you never try you will never fail, as well as succeed” Or so I once heard. I guess now would be as good a time as any to… before I knew what I was doing; my feet where navigating my body out towards the exit/entrance of Starbucks, out across the street. Into olive garden, and head first into a platter that Drue Swiff was holding ( which defiantly was not the most graceful entrance I could have ever pulled off, least of all into the arms of the man I was distend to love. <ac_metadata title="the girl who needs to find her way!"> </ac_metadata>