The story of a quiet girl
Please read this story about an innocent young quiet girl who no one talks to or likes. One day she finds herself with a new boyfriend then all trouble and anger start to be unleashed from within her. nobody expected it and nobody knew until it was too late!
Just another boring day.
The school bus arrived just 4 seconds after its usual time. I had been counting of course as i always do. I sat right up at the front because up at the back would cause too much friction, too much gossip. I was happy swinging my legs staring out the huge window at the road before me until he came. The bus stopped with a quick jolt then he was up on the bus and sitting right at the from beside me. Just on the other row i thought nervously looking out the window trying to look out of the corner of my eye. Mark caught the glare and waved cheerily, not like the others who ignored me. I waved back less enthusiastically and felt my cheeks go red. My full face infact. My full face was ablaze with the embarrasment and the dizziness that lay inside of me.Suddlenly the bus stopped at school and i hurrilly rushed out that fast i tripped over the bottom step of the bus. Mark was being kind this time and letting all the girls get out first. I lay there in agony. My arm squashed and the sharp pain up my spine because all the girls as i said payed no attention to me and walked right oveR me with their designer killer heels. Mark came out last and saw me lying in a heap.
Poor you He said giving me a hand up. My cheeks started to go red again but he quickly put his cool hands on my face. Now i was even more embarrased but my face was colder, cooler.
We walked along the corridor together not speaking a word. Then i smiled and let the game away. He looked at me and asked why i was smiling.
You I replied foolishy. me? he replied.
Yes, i cant believe im talking to you, even walking with you
Why? he asked.
Because even the quiet lonely girls never pay a glance to me never mind the cutest, most popular guy in the school!
He never replied. The only movement between us both was the sound of queaky trainers as we walked down the corridor. Until we reached french. Then he said bye and made his way to his seat at the back of the class. I walked over to my seat at the front. I hate french, I hate hate hate it. But the good thing was one person didnt hate me! I had Mark, and Mark i had only.