blissful breeze... preview?

You'd think life was this amazing element, filled with joy and everything "happy”. Yeah right. My life is a series of unfortunate events happening one after the other, so at one point, it has to potential to crumble down. All the teen movies, stating that at the age of 15, you'll find your true love and fall madly in love...pure bullshit. Those inspiring movies, where the loser gets tons of friends at the end...does not happen in real life. All the magazines saying that you will succeed in life if you put your all into it...are lying. Life is hell. Especially for a 15 year old girl. I state these following facts in pure honesty. Swear.

I have NEVER:
- Kissed a boy (on the lips)
- Done anything out of pure adrenaline.
-Followed my heart
-Disobeyed any rules
- Failed (in my life, there is no place for losers)
- Done anything worth while
and…
- Took a risk.

Yeah...it's a pretty miserable life when you think about it. At this point, you must think I'm an outcast...or nerd. Both terms work fine here. My life is a drawn out graphic...what to do, what to say. At my age, most teens are out partying and abusing booze. They end up in comas, fist fights...or unplanned pregnancies. Okay, so it isn't exactly what I want for myself...but I shouldn't talk. I haven't even drunk my first beer yet. Come to think of it, I should probably add it to my long list of ‘Never Did s'. Our English teacher came up with the idea. He's also the guidance counsellor. For our final assignment, he instructed us to come up with a list. More specifically, list what you have never done.

For some, the list is pretty short. Actually, for the majority of the class, the list is drawn to 2-3 elements. I guess I'm the exception. The goal of the assignment is to accomplish what you haven't done yet in your life (nothing illegal, he stated. As if). So here I am, stuck under some shady tree in the middle of Central Park, writing down my assignment. This cannot get any worse.

"Whatcha doin'?"

That voice was my best friend's, Lea Hollows. She's the complete opposite of me. Funny, sweet, cheerleader, outgoing, energetic, gorgeous, talented...and the list goes on and on. People are still wondering why we hang out together. She's been my closest friend since the day we met, back in kindergarten. I was being bullied by some bitch and Lea came over, and pulled that girl's hair. She screamed like a baby and ran like a gazelle. She had my back and ever since, I've always got hers.

In middle school, she bloomed like a flower. Her natural blond wavy locks accentuated her petite frame. She braces got removed and a prefect smile took their place. She joined the cheer squad and the rest is pretty cliché. But nonetheless, she's always stayed my friend, no matter what. And I respect her for that. Must not be easy being my friend...all the shit she gets. I still question why she hangs out with me, but quite frankly, I gave up at this point.

"Roger's project."I answer, tapping my 2.0 HB pencil on the side of my notebook. Dressed in my blend uniform, I could pass for whoever. The sun is sizzling today, being the last days of school coming to term. Lea took a seat next to me, huddling over to scan what I wrote. I sigh in frustration and knock my head a couple of times on the wood. You should know, I do that quite often.

"That's what you get for taking A.P. classes"She twists her gum with her index, a knowing move of hers. You get used to it, trust me.

"Sorry for wanting to achieve my all"I take a glance at my watch and notice the time. Shit. "Fuck...Katie"I mumble and pack my belongings into my book bag. Lea follows my lead, helping me grab everything.

"What time is it?"She frantically asks me. Every day, for the past year, I've been picking up my little sister. You see, my parents are in the middle of a tight divorce. They cannot stand seeing eachother, god forbid for them enduring eachother for our sake. My father is the CEO of Chain Records and my mother, well she's part of Manhattan's Higher Society. The MHS, or as I like to call it, Menopause for the Higher Socialites. Yeah... still a working title, but you catch my drift

"3:50 p.m. ...hurry!"I rush out, praying that I won't be late. Katie gets pretty cranky when I'm late. In other words, she throws the biggest of tantrums. The school board advised me not to be late anymore, or she's out. So as of now, I have 7 minutes to get to the other side of the city. Great...no taxi would go fast enough and the metro is on the other side of the park. I hear a faint voice, my best friend's.

"Call Tommy!"She's pacing , her breath quickening. Tommy, my neighbour. Also a friend...I suppose. We've known eachother for as long as I can remember. My charming neighbour is the kid of my father's loyal (and rich) client. The Roy's have been family friends for decades now. Tommy and I...we don't necessarily get along, but I can count on him. And right now, I really need to pray.

"Fine…"I press call on my phone and check the time; 3:52 p.m. As I wait impatiently for him to answer, Lea is on my right, chatting up a rather cute guy. God, I hate her sometimes. But love her all the same. I'm so bipolar.

"Hello?"A grungy voice comes on the line and I exhale in relief.

"Tommy? Where are you?! God, look...I really need a huge favour. You probably won't say yes, which is fine, but god really, I absolutely---" And I get cut off.

"Soph, chill. What do you need?"He asks, seemly amused by my charade.

"How fast can you get to Central Park?"I close my eyes, hoping his answer won't be completely appalling. I was out of solutions at this point on.

"Katie?"He questions

"Yeah.”

"I'm on it."And with that, he hangs up. Right now, I'm praying my heart out that he moves his ass.

Well, I guess my assignment will have to wait.

"Hey Lea, what do you think---"I turn around to catch my best friend locking lips with a complete stranger. I swear, that girl will get STDs one day if she's not careful. I love her to bits, but she can be somehow a little whorish. While she's busy kissing the poor bastard, I decide wherever to kick his ass or just push her away from the sicko. My heart is leaning towards the first option, but then again, the repercussions would be disastrous. I decide to go with the second one.

I take her by her collar and push her away, some spit coming out from their mouths. She glares at me with a pissed look, but I just shrug it off. In 20 years, she'll thank me. "get the hint bastard"My turn to glare. The poor pussy winks one last time at my friend before walking out. Good riddance!

kissing you...

Cause when I'm kissing you, my senses come alive;
Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find
Falls right in its place, you're all that it takes;
My doubts fade away when I'm kissing you... - Miranda Cosgrove

If only life were that simple.

Maybe. Someday...

Maybe we'll get to do this someday

Maybe we'll go for it

Maybe we'll follow our dreams

Maybe we'll screw up

Maybe we'll fight for what we want

. . .

Someday, we'll reach for the skies

Someday, we'll get this over with

Someday, we will succeed

Someday, we will get answers

Someday, we'll make this all worth while


. Maybe. Someday.