Breaking the Curse

Chapter 1

I am a tomboy. That is most certainly not exaggerating. To say I’m a boy is exaggerating but not by much.

I know that by now you’re probably wondering what the heck I’m talking about right? Well let me explain. I am a girl, to me and my family that is unmistakable. But outside of the home there’s the slight problem of me being treated like a boy. I bet if I asked to be on an all boys team they’d probably let me!

And that’s exactly what my problem is. I’m sixteen and everyone thinks I think and act like a boy. And so of course I don’t feel right acting like a girl because then I feel like I’ll lose all my friends. And then of course there’s the curse.

The unmistakable curse that has been placed upon my head. For the most part the curse is fairly simple to understand, but absolutely horrible to have. Guys don’t like me, and I mean like like me. Sure they don’t have any problems hanging out with me and treating me like one of the guys but if I were to like one of them they just think of me as a friend. Doesn’t that just sound bad? I know that for all you girls out there you would understand, somewhat, what it would fee like to have a major crush on this guy who only thought of you as a friend. And for a guy I’m assuming if one of your guy friends told you they liked you what do you think?

For a while the curse didn’t have an affect of me, until I turned fourteen. I was on a youth trip and there were groups from all over the area meeting together for a big camping trip for five days. Well there were several nice guys there and I kind of liked one of them. But can you believe it all he could talk to me about was how he couldn’t talk to girls because he was shy around girls!

When I stated that I was a girl he replied, “Yeah but you’re not a girl, well I mean you’re a girl but you’re not a GIIIRRLL.”

That the **** is that supposed to mean? And so the curse has begun to take center stage in my pathetic life.

As much as I hate this life though I appreciate not having to wear the latest fashions like tight shirts and pants, my body just wasn’t made for a second skin. And I hate wearing dresses, well I like dressing up every once in a while but I don’t like having to be the one in a skirt. My mom buys me all these nice dresses hoping I’ll wear them but the only time I wear them is in the privacy of my own room.

Well now that you have the basics of my problem I should probably tell you why I’m so frustrated. You see nearly all of my closer friends are guys, I do have a couple girls friends but they don’t think so highly of me. And one day we were all hanging out at the movies and that’s when I first met the man of my dreams. Charles.