Amelie Elizabeth Wheeler’s POV

(That's how I thought about everything in April a year ago.)

First of all, I’m not your average little school girl who wants to be one of the popular crowd. But I’m also not an outcast without friends.

I’m not in the “in-crowd” (not that I want to be one of them) but I’m also not a girl, who gets punked and played with.

I’m just an in-between girl, I have a great best friend and a handful of good friends.

I don’t have many friends, because I’m a little sarcastic. In my opinion, one of my better qualities. But not a lot of people agree with me.

For example, some girl form elementary school doesn’t think so. New to my school, because she just moved to Cambridge and met me at her first day in school.
We talked a little bit and got along okay, she was a little too girly for me but anyway, the next day she asked me if she looked good in her new dress.
Of course I knew that she looked gorgeous, with her blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin in her yellow outfit but in my normal style I just told her that she looked plain and simple awful, so after a death silence she began crying and ran to the restrooms.
After a minute or so I understood that she didn’t catch my sarcasm and was crying because she thought I was serious.
So running after her I tried to explain that I tend to be kind of sarcastic, okay, most of the time. But I think she still thinks I’m a little strange and weird but I don’t really mind.

Oh, sorry, got a little carried away. You’ll soon notice that’s another thing I often do, like rambling about things nobody cares about.

What else should I tell you?

Maybe something about myself?

One thing I know for sure,

my life lacks excitement and is boring as hell.

My name’s Amelia Emma Wheeler and I’m 17 years old.
My family and all my friends call me Emma and one dumb person calls me Amelia or just Am, what irks me, because I hate my first name.
I could kill my parents for naming me that. What name is Amelia??
Anyway, that person who calls me Am is a pain in the ass, spawn of Satan, also known as Ryan Jacob Edmund, the one and only, who’s my sister’s best friend.

Nearly all people call him Jake, besides his teachers, who call him Mr. Edmund and I love to tease him with his full name Ryan Jacob, what he despises. That makes so much fun. Lol.

I don’t really know why I hate him so much, okay, in all reality, I know why, but I’m not sure if you’ll understand my logic.
I tell you anyway, he is an arrogant, cocky and selfish guy. All girls fall for him because he’s sexy.

(I don’t really think so! Oh, who am I kiddin’, he’s got the looks. You know what I mean: Dark and Dangerous.)

But in my opinion he’s just as dumb, but not a lot of girls agree with me. Okay, none at all.

He kinda is a punk, but not the dark gothic type; he just likes to wear dark clothes and hears punk, alternative and rock music, just like me. That’s the only thing we have in common, I think.

How he looks? He got pitch-black hair and emerald eyes, which never let you know what he thinks and is about 6 foot 2, I guess.

Sometimes I’m really fascinated how hardly he shows emotions in his eyes, but when you glimpse an emotion, the eyes are more than stunning and I can hardly look away, this irritates me like hell but nobody knows this except my sister Jeanne.

Anyway, his wardrobe consists of dark shirts with band names on it and average jeans.

Recently he wore a dark green ‘fall out boy’ shirt which accented his green eyes so much that I thought I’ve never seen so beautiful eyes before but than he made a sexual innuendo and I again was reminded of what an ass he really is.

However, all girls fall for him because he’s a guitar player in a band named “naked warheads” and he’s also a soccer player so therefore he can use his fingers properly (I just wanted to show, how all the girls think!) and also has a nice body, really, really nice.

(Hey, what can I do, I’m like any other girl with crazy hormones, but that’s no reason for me to fall for him, not at all. I just can’t deny that he has a great body.)

So these are the reasons why all girls like him so much. And an addition for most girls is that he often comes to school with a black eye or other injuries which, in my opinion, come from fights.
I don’t really know where they come from and my sister said she can’t tell me. But what could he possible do to get these injuries?

Why are boys who fight sexier than boys who get good grades and are gentlemen?

But what I really can’t understand is that no other girl than me can see what a jerk he really is. They all live in denial.
Even my sister likes him, maybe she just pities him. That might be it.

So, now I just describe shortly my appearance. I’m about 5 foot and 2 inches. Sometime my height is a little depressing when I have an older sister who’s 6 foot. Just unfair.

However, I have brown curls and boring brown eyes. No boy really finds me gorgeous and I’ve never had a boyfriend before. Every now and then I think I’ll never get a boyfriend.

Okay, now I tell you something about my family.

As mentioned before I have an older sister, Jeanne Katharina Wheeler.

Jeanne is 18 years old and I love her to death. I can tell her nearly everything, the only problem is, that if I go out with her and her friends then there is always mister-I-am-so-damn-sexy, and whose name you already know. And how I said before, I hate him.

My parents are happily married, I love both, but at the moment I am a little angry at my mother because she threw my German homework into the trashcan and now I have to write the essay again.

But maybe I should stop forgetting my schoolwork on the kitchen floor. I don’t really know why I always forget my homework there.

It’s just that I correct them on the way to the fridge where I want to get something to eat and then I don’t know where to give them. So I lay them down on the floor to get them later but I always forget it. And the next day they’re not there anymore because my mother threw them away.

Mhmmmm, when I think about it, maybe it’s my own fault. Or not.

My mother doesn’t have to know it. Lol.

I think she already does.

(Ramble, ramble, I know, I know, but what I can do. It just happens.)

Anyway, we live in a small house in Cambridge in England.

I have a cat, which I really, really love and adore. She is white with black spots. Just damn cute. She is named Lilo.

But when I’m older I would like to get a dog, because they’re also so cute and sweet.

My dream job is being a journalist or a writer, because I’m really fond of writing.

Okay, now I tell you something about my best friend. Her names

Now you know a little bit more about me.

Let’s start my story with the day, which changed it all.