Chapter one

A/n: Ok, this story is pretty much Fiction, other than the first two chapters. You see, I’ve mapped out the dreams I have when sleeping, and dreams I think of in a boring class, put the together and made myself a future. Heh, I hope this turns out, OK, and I’m gonna have SOOOOO much fun writing this.

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Remember, this is true and I’m writing it like my future is a true thing, too, so, just read it like you would a regular story. K?

We’ll have to start this out in third grade. Pretty much, my life really began here. I met my best friend and my future husband.

My third grade was a blast, although my teacher was an old hag, I made great friends in that class. There was Sonny, Ron, Frank, Rachael, and Danielle. Sonny and I always sat together and pasted notes and did normal eight-year old things. We were a team. Once we even stuffed a kid in the trash on Valentine’s day.
I liked Sonny a lot, even at 8. He and I have the same color eyes and I know no one else with the same in our school at least. Light, brown in the middle light green around it with specks of green.
Ah, the good times.

But it was all over too soon. So, I went into Fourth Grade. Sonny, Ron, Frank and Danielle were in different classes. Soon, Danielle moved, and I never saw her again. But, I was in fourth Grade with Holly, my best friend and Danyell, my iother/i best friend. But, I sorely missed my other friends. I made more friends, and soon, fifth grade started.

I was in a separate class then EVERYONE. But, luck struck me one day and my teacher quit. So I was transferred to the class with Holly, my future iOTHER/i best friend Angela, Lauren who turned insane, Nicolette who was a great friend but now…well….yeah (read my story ALAN for Nicolette’s story…) and Sonny.

As my luck would have it, I sat right next to Sonny, we talked, flirted everything. Everyone was always bothering us about it…but then he went out with Holly, and I could barely stand it. It destroyed my whole world. It was as if my heart burst open. I knew it then , I loved him.

Sixth grade….Middle school. Holly and Sonny were still going out, but then he dumped her for no apparent reason. That was when it started. He would walk by me and I would say hi. He would not respond… then it got worse.

Whenever he walked by me he’d look at me and, to my face, this boy, who was one of my good friends earlier called me Ugly. And it hurt. Not only did I love him, but he’d been my friend. Soon, he stopped and let popularity take him over.

In 7th grade it was worse. No, he didn‘t say anything, and that was the problem. He didn’t talk to me. He didn’t even look at me. And God did it hurt so bad. Think of your friend, you very very good friend, some one who might’ve helped you through something, for me my parent’s divorce. Then have them suddenly never look at you, never talk to you, and when they bump into you, they look at you in total disgust. Now, you have that? Now add in that you loved them for four years….

(A/n: Ok, before we go into the made up stuff I want to clarify this. All of that , up there is true. I’m in the 7th grade right now and these are the things that happen…and yeah it hurts. It hurt too right about my past. I’ve always tried to forget it since 6th grade, and I never will understand how everything changed so fast.
And yes your wonderful Author is crying writing this….nah, it‘s my contacts….)