I remember what it was like before him, before everything changed. I was only fourteen when he came into my life, he was seventeen. They say things happen for a reason and I didn’t believe that until I met him. It all started in the fall. I was much different at the start of the school year. I wanted nothing more than to fit in. I tried to dress like everyone else, act like everyone else, and be everyone else. I was terrified of being judged, but the more I was like everyone else, the emptier I felt. I was like that for a really long time… until him.
I can still remember the day I met him, it was an October day just like any other October day. After school I was at my friend’s locker, she waved to someone I couldn’t see. That’s when I turned around and I saw him. I looked at him top to bottom, starting with the the hair. It was long, pushed back under a purple and black fedora. Then I made my way to his clothes, an oversized grey sweater zipped up and over a bright purple shirt and a pair of plain blue jeans met the floor next to his Converse. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was the ugliest thing I’d ever graced with my presence. Greasy blonde hair kept under an old unwashed hat and oversized clothing that fit an oversized body. He was disgusting, and yet I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
He walked over to us and smiled; completely unaware of all the thoughts going through my head. The first word he spoke to me was chinchilla. Practically impossible to believe, but it was the way he said it, “chin-chil-la”. He pronounced every syllable individually. I guess I ended up with the same stupid smile on my face. Behind my smile there was still a cracked sense of fear, I couldn’t admit to myself that I liked him. He was different, ugly, and nothing I should be associating myself with. Even so, he made me smile, and filled up the empty inside.
Despite my emptiness being filled, I was still scared. What would people think? He was seventeen, I was...
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