• Prologue


    I always thought that I could do anything, be anything, and save the world from aliens. I was only wrong about the first part, but the other parts have not been proved yet. I'm still waiting for my hostile aliens. Anyway, I've always been the top of my class, the cutest girl alive, and an awesome sports chic. I used to be super girl. Now I'm just an emo freak, who only cares about the past.
    Today, I got two C's One was in History, and the other in Math. I never liked History, but Math used to be my favorite subject! Then, I was rejected by this guy fom Spanish he was so... (no pun intended) caliente! Then to top it all off, I fell from the rope in gym!
    Obviously, I'm not a total wreck. I'll always have my art to go back to, because no matter how many times I mess up, I know I'm not Leonardo de Vinci and that I'll always be messing up. Most people would tell me to think that way for everything else, but it just dosen't work that way. I've tried.

    So I flopped on my bed, and tried to concentrate on my art.... I don't know when I fell asleep, or even when I started to dream, but I did, and it was a good one....
    I was in an elegant living room probably it belonged to some old, rich dude. but it didn't. Out from a door I hadn't noticed before, came a boy. He looked about my age with sandy blond hair and light brown eyes. His tan skin looked like gold under the weird lighting. He was wearing just a brown shirt and some old jeans. It looked like he was shimmering, kind of like how people look when you're crying. What? I hadn't even thought about myself! Apparently, I was crying, but I didn't care. Also, I was wearing a ball gown....
    "It... is so... pretty...." I whispered but I didn't know if he heard me. He just smiled at me so I smiled back.
    "Uh... um I'll see you...." He started, but I couldn't hear the rest. He looked like he really needed to tell the rest, but he just couldn't get the words out.
    Then he started to slip away. I guess that means I was waking up, but I wanted to stay, I want to stay I this little utopia of mine. Then my eyes fluttered open and I could hear my roommate screaming at me. He was gone.
    No matter how cute that guy was it was just a dream so I put it out of my head, for now, and continued on with my emo attitude. It really wasn't worth the effort to try to decipher what he said. Besides, the mysterio-man was my secret. I didn't want to share that!
    My roommate told me blablablabla how important the second day of school is for anyone weather you're starting from the begging or 17th of January! I think her name is Grace something, but it dosen't matter. She's a shallow girl, so she can't know what I've been through. Those kind of people annoy me so much! I know the dreamy guy isn't like that. He can't be.
    My emo attitude only made more people whisper about me, because it was such a drastic change from yesterday. Back then, I was on top of the world.
    Uuuuh. I might be able to collect some friends if only I would stop being so bipolar! I guess I'll need some friends for this school. I inspected everyone as descretely as I couldon the way to Math, but thats hard when you're wearing neon skiny jeans and you're walking boldly through the middle of the hallway. I didn't mind the stares and whispers, though. I just kept skimming the people I saw. Until... until I saw him. He was the guy from my dream! He was wearing the same clothes, too! My heart leaped in that split second... and I think his did too. I was on cloud nine. Suddenly, I really cared about how everyone was staring. Now, they were even more astonished, and probably because of my staring at him, and his reaction. It must have only lasted a second, but everyone was watching me in the first place so.... My cheeks burned. It was actually painful and I wanted to cry to cool them down, but that would only make it worse. I hurried to Math and aced my pop quiz. This'll be a good day, I thought happily.