A/n: read, (hopefully) enjoy, and review.. btw, this is sort of a reflection thing. Stuff has already happened to the main character, and shes just introducing it. :)

Prologue

Unrequited love.

The bane of society.

Though, in my case, I guess it’s more like, ex-unrequited love. No, not even that. Because, to be completely honest with myself, I never loved him, or even had the smallest bit of love in my heart for him. In actual fact, it was probably a silly little harmless crush, something which would fade over time. Though, in my case, for some unfathomable reason, the crush would apparently die out and then randomly resurface over the past 2 years. Hey, I know. Let’s call it a case of unrequited crush blues (UCB) for short. Now, when your friend displays symptoms such as sighing at irregular intervals throughout the day, listening to numerous horrible sappy love songs, and constantly checking their appearance whenever a particular member of the opposite sex comes with a kilometre radius, you’ll know why.

You’re probably thinking something along the lines of, ‘Great, another hormone driven teenager moaning about how some guy (that she probably doesn’t even know) doesn’t return the passion she feels for him.’

That, my friends, is definitely not the truth. Not even close to the truth. Okay, wait. I promised I wouldn’t lie to myself from this day forth about this sensitive issue, so I suppose that there is an inkling of truth in that statement. But, only an inkling. Nothing more, and nothing less.

Before I get carried away though complaining about why it truly does suck to be in a situation such as mine, I suppose I better start at the beginning.

Okay.

Well, it all began at a school function. Now considering that I go to an all-girls school, it might be weird to say that I met my ‘future husband’ (note that I’ve taught myself to realise how delusional I was and as a result now use quotations when referring to the nonsense that I believed) at a function held by my school. However, this was one of those functions which is open to the general public, and me and my friends usually invite a heap of people from other schools – mostly guys of course. I mean, considering that we go to an all-girls school and as a result have very little guy-girl interaction (apart from cranky ancient Maths teachers), it’s only natural that we grasp at every chance we get. At least, that’s my theory as to why private school girls who attend all-girls schools are usually so boy-crazy.

Anyway, back to the first meeting. This particular social event was like a mini-carnival, or I suppose the more appropriate term would be fete. Apart from the fact that it was held at school and so we had to put up with yet another day of it’s gloomy grounds, the fete was always a major social event. Every year it’d be the first thing we’d jot down in our newly purchased school diaries. It was also probably the most decorated part of the diary. For some reason, regardless of the fact that all the stalls and rides were pretty much the same year after year, every fete was bound to be entertaining or in same way interesting and also bring some sort of surprises. I mean, in Year 7 we discovered that my older sister’s best friends brother was really hot (which lead to long term infatuations, until we discovered he was gay), in Year 8, we had a massive water fight and me and another friend had decided to wear white tops, which although unfortunate for us, was fortunate for the guys. Year 9, well I can’t really remember what happened, but I think heaps of people hooked up after it, including Nadia getting together with Yolanda’s ex-boyfriend. Let me tell you, although Yolanda assured Nadia that she had no problem with it and she just would’ve liked advance warning, we all suspected the opposite. Why else would Yolanda hold a grudge against the newest member of our group? It’s not like Yolanda’s ex cheated on her or anything.

Who knew what this year would bring?

Oh, right. I was supposed to be describing how I met the guy of my ‘dreams’. I don’t think this is really working and I’ll probably get too carried away without even telling you his name. So maybe I should begin with that. It might help keep me focussed. It’s a really cool name actually, I’ve always had a thing for t names. I don’t know why, but I seem to find heaps of t names that appeal to me.

Oops. There I go getting carried away again. I really should work on that.

His name?

His name was Tobias.

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A/n: ah, this was just a really random idea of mine. I was thinking I’d just keep it to myself, just write it coz theres some stuff in here that yeah.. if u liked this (very short) prologue, or just have any comments.. plz review… ill put up the first chappie of the actual story sometime soon. Thanks, and if u didn’t really like this, plz do try out my other story, co-written with a friend of mine. ‘tis under my name, and its called ‘always and a day’. Thanks heaps. Xox

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