Te Amo (true story)

Let me guess, you picked up a random book hoping that you would get a story that ends with ‘and she lived happily ever after’ but trust me, you got the wrong book. Yeah it’s a romance/comedy book, but not every princess has a happily ever after. Before you read this I better warn you, this story is real, it happened to me and I wanted to let everybody know that girls have feelings!!! We aren’t robots! Well, I guess I better start at the beginning. It was the sixteenth of December 2009.

I was in year nine and lived with my mother, father and little brother Christopher. I was fourteen and Chris was six. I was going on camp that day, I didn’t know then but it would change my life forever, create new relationships and showed who my real friends were and who I could trust. Things were about to change for the good and the bad; it also strained a few relationships.

At school, I was little miss invisibility; you know the freak, the unusual one, the kind no one loved. Yes it was extremely depressing. At school I had a few friends, first there was Mia, her dark brown hair was thick and wavy and like mine, it came just past her shoulders. Her eyes however, I envied, they were light brown.

And then there was Yvonne, her chocolate brown hair was always perfect and had a slight wave through it, her eyes were brown and had a tiniest bit of green mixed in with the brown. It really suited her and I envied her looks every day.

Now the smart-arse of the group was Clover, she had just cut her blonde hair so that it was a short as a boys but it really suited her. Her eyes are light blue and always surrounded by eyeliner. Clover is the only one of us four with a boyfriend, Simon. He was extremely skinny and spoke his mind, he did get carried away, but I put up with him for Clover.

There were also a few guy friends in our little group of shitheads, yes I will admit that we were and still are to this very day. One guy is James, Yvonne and I really liked him and so did a lot of other girls in every year, his hair was dark brown and his fringe was blood red. His brown eyes were just beautiful; he was really smart and funny.

The other guy was Ryan, he dyed his hair black and went into a funny emo guy faze, in other words he looked emo but still laughed and joked along with everyone else. In every picture he was in, he looked stoned (he never was).

Me? Well, I have deep blue eyes, everyone comments on them, golden brown wavy hair that just came past my shoulders. I was extremely short but I was still growing. Most people treated me like a naive child, but I’m anything but that, I use that childish look and stereotype to get me and my friends out of trouble and each and every time it worked. I didn’t really like it but I dealt with it. If the dictionary had emo, my name would be the definition; my eyes were always filled with pain and sadness, I never laughed and I rarely smiled.

Well, I better get back to the story. My father had just left for work and it was almost eight in the morning, I was packing my bag for camp as Chris knocked softly on my door. I looked up and shook my head as he was still in his p.js and his blonde hair was all messed up kinda like my darker longer version.

He already had a girlfriend but has a few bullies on his case, he still acted very childish as he still sucked his thumb and cries for his ‘mummy’ and ‘daddy’. He annoys me and gets me angry, but once somebody threatens him, well let’s just say that I can’t ever print what I would do to them in a book.

‘Jasmine, where are you going?’ he was eying the large navy bag with fear and hatred. I looked into his deep blue eyes; they were just like mine except they weren’t filled with pain and sadness but very similar.

His head was tilted slightly (he had learnt that from me) his bottom lip was trembling (again he learnt that from me) as he thought I was leaving like I said just the other day. I was actually stating that in four years, I would be moving out by myself. He would stop crying that night and it broke my heart but my mother wouldn’t let me comfort him as I had ‘Done enough damage’ but then again, my mother won’t let me touch my little brother in any way.

I moved my hair out of my face and forced a smile. This is the best I could do but Chris knew it was hard for me to smile so he hugged me and tried to make me feel better as best as he could. But after all the stress from mum and school, nothing could make me happier. I’ve had so many counsellors, it wasn’t funny. And I’ve been in mentoring groups and I’m still little miss gloom.

‘I’m going on a camp for three days remember? I was telling Jessica yesterday to not worry about me.’ Jessica was my best friend but most people thought we were sisters she is only two years younger than me and will start at Stanwell high next year.

Her hair is slightly darker than mine but comes about half way down her back like a chocolate water fall. She had freckles across her nose and light blue eyes that showed her feelings like an open book. She hated this fact but it’s so true! But when she laughed, she would cry and when she cried, she would laugh. Sometimes it’s quite funny other times it’s just plain annoying.

‘Yeah but I will miss you so much and so will Amy and Jack.’ Amy was our cat and jack was our dog, they hated each other but they loved me the most. I don’t know why but most animals like me. I turned around knowing that Amy was hiding in my room.

I opened my wardrobe and looked inside. Nothing but out-of-style clothes and shoes. My mother always choose my clothes when I needed them, so you can tell I hate most of them. She always picked out the wrong style or colour and sometimes size! My own mother didn’t even know my size!

It irritates me but the worst time was when nanny bought me clothes and mum sat there holding in the laughter as I held up pale pink granny undies and matching high collared shirt. I slammed the door shut and the draw fell down yet again for the umpteenth time. I rolled my eyes and lifted it back up and kicked it back into place. I wish dad would fix it; it’s been like this for three years now.

I sighed and then I wove through my junk and stuffed teddies to my window sill where a tabby cat with large deep green eyes was dosing in the early morning sun not aware that I was creeping up on her, but Jack knew as he was in his little swimming pool under my window. He howled the poor cat out of her slumber and she hissed back at him. They always try to stir each other and Jack knows that she was sleeping so he couldn’t miss that opportunity.

He ran away with his tail between his legs and the cat (that was twice her normal size) turned around to face me with an evil glare in her eye and I turned to Chris and glared at him like that cat was glaring at me. He laughed and walked away to his lime green room. I shook my head again and picked up my worn but tight jeans. These will be good for the disco I picked up a white shirt with a butterfly and paint splatters all over the front.

I placed them in with my pink work out outfit, denim shorts with a cute belt, swimmers, shorts that you would wear at a camp, a white long-sleeved shirt, blue tracksuit, a vampire shirt and a red singlet that goes well with jeans.

I also packed my p.js that said ‘Omg! You woke me up for what?!?’ a pink dressing gown and ugg-boots. And that was just the clothes for the three days. I was wearing my school pe uniform which was a red shirt with blue pants as the school had asked us to wear for the road trip. I looked up at my bookshelf and spotted my laptop and all my favourite books all stacked on the wobbling desk. Only three days ago that bookshelf fell on top of me and nearly knocked me out.

I decided that I didn’t need my computer or books as we had a curfew and I didn’t realise that the curfew would not be in place for us high school students. When I finished packing I looked at the clock, it was eight fifteen; most of my friends would be in class now. Yvonne and mia would have food-tech and Clover would have textiles.

I picked up my bags and dropped them at the front door and walked back into my room and picked up my pillow and took a look around. It looked extremely girly and I did not like it one bit except for the posters of famous, happy people. One day I’m going to be on posters everywhere. Yes I talked to myself, still do. Anyway...

I closed my door and walked down the hall into the kitchen and out the back door to Jack. I gave him one big hug and lots of kisses over his big black face. His large brown eyes lit up when I came out but then dimmed when I left. It broke my heart to leave him by himself in this heat. I turned around to face my mother. I jumped as she had appeared out of nowhere.

‘Are you ready?’ she demanded. I looked up at her stern face and nodded slowly. She eyed me for a second with her ice blue eyes that held no pity and turned around and headed for the door. I picked up the keys to the car and popped the boot. I placed the bags and pillows inside but kept the little car bag with me as it held my little stuffed dog. It was my dad’s car and it needed a wash. But if it was you would be able to see it was white.

I’m free... I can’t believe it! I’m going to be free for three days! I almost smiled with relief but I realised that we were still driving. I looked outside of my window and started to daydream about my dream guy, James. We stopped at the lights and waited. I then spotted my dad in his truck; he saw us and beeped at us. We continued down the road for a further twenty minutes.

Then I saw the school coming so I undid my belt and opened the door while the car was still rolling. I opened the boot and picked up my bags and pillows and kissed my mum and Chris goodbye. Well, bumped jaws with mum, and ran across the road to the bus bay.