Usually when someone says, 'yippee! It's the beginning of a new semester,' I'm like yeah! This is going to be so boring!!! Same old bullies, miss popularity and Mr. charming walking around causing trouble and breaking hearts...
But this year, things are going to be a lot different. See it's my last chance to make a name for myself, leave my legacy behind and all that crap. Well at least that's what my guidance counselor suggested. In the past I've been known as the weird, quiet type voted most likely to be forgotten after graduation.
My parents are from a wealthy society where it's considered normal to have your kid called into detention three times a week for either skipping class or pulling some lame-ass prank. So, to have a little anti-social nerd with outdated baggy jeans and big-eyed rimmed glasses, a part of their family was quite worrisome. To put it nicely, they thought I was suffering from insecurities and needed a bit of self-confidence.
Imagine spending the entire summer listening to your mom lecturing you on the essence of being a young woman… that no doubt was the complete opposite of what my appearance was currently aimed at. I preferred comfy and durable, whereas apparently the latest fashion involved everything way tighter, less material and more cash.
Anyhow, the point is I was basically forced to open up, come out of my shell… show the world the true Erika Stevens and of course stop ‘embarrassing’ my socialite parents. With my stubborn personality I would have probably continued to ignore my mother’s plea to do something spontaneously for once in my life, but I soon found out life has a way of dragging you out of your safe zone, forcing one into the bitterness of reality to welcome the light of wisdom through experience.
My story started here, ignorant teenager bullied by an up and coming Casanova and a jealous freak cheerleader. But the journey brought me to the right path of finding the ‘one’ I was destined to be with… young and naïve love blooms into an eternity of loyalty and trust. I crashed into him and he embraced the sweet reality of unexpected love….
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“Sweety are you really going to class dressed like that? You know we could always go shopping…”
“No mom, I’m fine.” Erika interrupted her mother not wanting to start another argument as to how old and creepy her outfit made her look. Sadly, it could not be avoided.
“Oh honey, can’t you at least try a little? maybe do a simple messy bun, wear a bright color shirt that’s more your size, get a push-up bra…”
“Mom!”
“What? You have a decent size rack… it’s just not presented the right way…”
“Auggh! It’s way too early for this, I’m late for science class… got to run.”
“what about breakfast? Well at least have an apple.” Laura Stevens sighed helplessly as her daughter’s figure quickly disappeared behind the closed doors of their villa. While her husband who had been silently observing the familiar scene for what seemed like the 100th time, could only comfort his wife and himself with distant hopes.
"Give her some time, maybe she hasn’t figured out what she wants from life as yet.”
“Erika is eighteen Richard, soon she’ll be graduating and heading into the working world as a woman, what am I suppose to do? Just shelter her for the rest of her life? What will people think of us? Look at the way she dresses.”
“Come on now it’s not that bad.” He replied unconvincingly.
“Not that bad! Are you kidding me? the girl is a size six and she dresses like a twelve”
“Don’t worry too much, who knows maybe once she finds a guy she likes, our little turtle will throw away its shell and run like a hare.”
“Yeah! You’re right maybe that will help!” Laura sounded a bit too excited, but seeing her mood finally cheering up, Richard didn’t bother asking too much question as he soon ate up the crisp bacon and eggs before heading to work.
On the other side, after rushing out of her home as if being chased by the grim reaper, Erika quickly walked around the corner intending on taking the bus once she made her way out of the luxurious gated community, trying her best not to be spotted by her driver. The usual cat and mouse game with the poor old man frantically searching for the young miss he was suppose to drop off at the school’s entrance. Well at least she found it entertaining to pull such childish tricks.
However, today something unexpected happened. Uncle Sam, the chauffeur, didn’t take his regular route of pursuit so just as the cunning teen was about to follow the narrow-clayed path leading to the freedom of the iron gates and into the open world of normalcy, an anxious yelled echoed from behind…
“Miss Stevens! Please wait! can’t you listen this once?” the old man came running panting heavily, dumfounded as to why the well-off young woman would often choose to abandon a fancy Audi only to be taken by a smelly noisy public transport bus? ‘teenagers these days were simply rebellious,’ he concluded.
Surprised, Erika tightened the grip on her stacks of books in her arm and rushed forward even faster trying to change direction in hopes of outsmarting poor uncle Sam. Well she did manage to escape his line of sight for a moment, but in the process accidentally bumped into someone unexpected, lightly brushing pass his muscular shoulders.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
“Sorry, sorry… my bad.” She apologized without hesitation, quickly glancing at the handsome young man before her as she immediately gathered the pieces of papers that slipped from the corners of her books before hastily racing away in one swoop.
The teenager stood confusedly, wondering what the heck just happened… only to notice some distance ahead the cheeky brunet running crazily as a fairly expensive black Audi trailing behind with an anxious driver shouting. “Miss Stevens… Miss Stevens, please...”
What a strange scene to witness in such a respectable community and that girl… why did she look so familiar? Jeremy frowned as curiosity got the best of him.
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There I was minding my own business, leisurely walking along the path leading out of the Hudson estate, impatiently waiting for my father to finish his ‘important’ business call so he could drop me off at school on his way to work. When out of nowhere this clumsy badly dressed little fool with horrible glasses, bumped right into me. In this day in age haven’t she heard of contact lens? And even though she apologies almost instantly, this idiot didn’t show the slightest respect by looking at the person she just rudely ran into. However, the strangest thing happened right after… she was actually chased by an expensive Audi with its driver poking his head a bit out the window seemingly shouting for the surprisingly fast weirdo to stop running. Unintentionally, I found myself smiling at how crazy the entire scene appeared. “Now that’s not something you see every day.” A cha
Today just doesn’t seem to be my day, first I had to be lectured by my mom for my choice of outfit. Which was quite a normal thing, but because she started earlier than usual, I had to escape before breakfast. Then almost like a routine getaway from uncle Sam, I tried taking my safe path out, but yet again my plans got disrupted when he managed to track me down… now what am I supposed to do in the future? The last thing I want is to be seen as another attention worthy Miss popular arriving in an eye-catching Audi. The less noticeable I am, the less trouble I’ll be in. Well that worked for the first few years. Unfortunately, I guess all my luck finally ran out. Besides being spotted or rather bumping directly into the one and only triple 'H' of our school.... Handsome, Hot, Heartbreaker... ‘Jeremy Adams’, who was obviously staring at me like I am some sort of weirdo; I was also captured by the energetic uncle Sam this tim
As usual, rushing to first period was hectic. The packed halls, pushing and forcing their way to whichever direction they were headed. Miss Joy had quickly lost tract of the fleeing girl, so did the three pairs of eyes caught in a wind of uncertainty. Although the bell had interrupted the one-sided dispute, Britney was still fuming with anger as if a certain green-eyed monster had awakened, eating at her flesh…. Jealousy was rotten to the core. From her prospective the little miss nobody wanted to create a scene by directly bumping into the school’s most popular figures with the goal of gaining some sort of recognition or fame, perhaps even with the motive of challenging her status as Jeremy’s girlfriend. On the contrary, she was simply threatened by her own imagination. As with any other fruitless fights, the matter was quickly forgotten, i
‘I’ve never being this anxious in my life to escape an awkward encounter, gush what a terrible morning. Not only did I bumped into my secrete crush once, but twice within a matter of hours. To say I made a complete fool of myself would be an understatement. Like any other sane girl at West-Bay Academy, my naïve little heart fluttered at his touch and mesmerizing scent…. Teenage hormones are a ticking time bomb,’ Erika concluded as she sat at her usual secluded spot to the farthest end of the classroom. She wasted no time in burying her face into her text book, patiently waiting for Miss Archer to begin today’s lesson, not paying too much attention to whatever unnecessary discussions drifted through the air. Only until the exciting announcement was made for the school’s internship program did she regain her sense of awareness. For those that were actually serious about making a career in the medical filed, it was trul
“Now that we have the basics covered, I suggest from tomorrow prepare yourselves to work more closely with your team mate. Later on in the day, the school will organize a more appropriate setting for each group, meaning you will now spend the remaining of the duration time leading up to the internship selection, seated alongside your partner.” Miss Archer continued to inform the class. Although many grumbled in dissatisfaction, in the end they simply had no other choice if they were to cease the opportunity. Jake sulked bitterly at the thought of being stuck with some ugly nobody and a rubber stamp… thinking that Jeremy was just a waste, he had everything… fame and riches but was too boring and cold, a party pooper. He just didn’t get what these girls saw in him. Sure, he was Quarterback of the football team, but what about
“Fine, I won’t get your parents involved, but… on two conditions.” Principal McAbee thought of using this as an opportunity to slowly guide the little antisocialist into the right path of normalcy. So, he took his seat behind the office desk with a clear mission. Erika could already guess where this was headed, but since it was her only alternative, she had to accept whatever came her way. “What’s the price?” “You haven’t registered for an afterschool activity as yet to qualify for the internship and no I’m not allowing you to assist in the library department, that does not count as interactive.” Did she really think she could get away that easy? “Well I’m not joining the debate team either, how about props and lighting in drama class?” She tried reasoning. “Nice try, but that’s not going to work… I was thinking more along the
Britney’s frustration grew at the possibility of the little nerd being an actual somebody. It was one thing to bully a missed placed, low status wannabe, but to interfere with an upper-class family… she needed to attack from within the circle and who better to ask for help than her doting arrogant daddy? “No way you’re stealing my boyfriend you ugly bookworm!” The scheming teen gritted her teeth in contempt as she quickly ran ahead of Jeremy and back into the school’s auditorium, planning a one-sided battle against the innocent girl that was desperately trying to remain a nobody. About an hour and a half later practice was finally over. With great anticipation the young Master Adams rushed across town to a much smaller community, in the company car sent to escort him home. “Sir, I must inform your father where
“Hold that thought, I really need to use the bathroom.” Chelsey interrupted before dashing into her nearby room. Five minutes later sighing a breath of relieve, she slowly stepped back into the hall space only to meet the lingering gaze of her brother as if he was anxiously waiting for her return. “Alright, I’m all ears, what do you need? Just stop acting so weird.” “Sorry.” Jeremy coughed dryly then stated, “I’m kind of curious about this Stevens girl, she… well… umm… she sort of bumped into me twice this morning.” Ever since they were kids, Jeremy had always felt comfortable enough to talk to his big sis. Perhaps thinking she was the only logical and sane person in their family. “And? What’s the big deal? I’ve met her once before when I was delivering s