His eyes were mesmerizing. They seemed to change shade with the color of his shirt, though I know that was an illusion. They were a brilliant blue shot through in the middle with gold. They were the kind of eyes that could jolt right through your brain, rooting you to the spot and making you forget what you were saying. I tried not to look directly into his eyes, because if I did I was immediately lost, drowning and trying to find my voice before I slipped away completely.

His name was Blake Jones, and he burned my sophomore year of high school into my mind like a branding iron, leaving the stamp of my infatuation on all my memories of that year. Now, on the brink of finishing my senior year, Blake is still at the forefront of my thoughts. So much happened during that year that I can't help but reflect on it when I have a moment's peace. Sophomore year was a ridiculous, tumultuous tidal wave of stupid drama and very real problems.
But I digress. I've decided that the only way to get sophomore year out of my head is to get it in writing. I found this beautiful leather-bound journal at the bookstore, bought my very first fountain pen, and have decided that this is where I will chronicle one of the most intense periods of my life.
Unfortunately for me, that happens to be the time I was 15.

The Major Cast

Me - Carmen Leroux, pleased to meet you. I'm a very dark blond in denial about my hair darkening, with brown eyes and glasses. I'm short but taller than my best friend, so I don't particularly care. As a swimmer, I dislike land sports, and as an awkward 15-year-old, I wore baggy t-shirts and jeans every single day.

Blake Jones - The object of my affections. Tall, with gorgeous gray-blue eyes and shaggy dirty blond hair, he was a swimmer too. He played a lot of Warhammer 40K and was a senior when I was a sophomore.

Pepper Davis - My best friend. Tiny, Chinese, adopted, spoke at Mach 9. She was attempting to get over a guy who had taken her virginity and dumped her over the summer. More fashion-conscious than I will ever be, she'd often actually wear makeup and v-necks, despite her lack of boobs.

Anastasia Clements - Another friend of mine, a year younger. Tall, skinny, blond-haired and blue-eyed, she looked like a European model and was just about as fashion-conscious as Pepper. She loved giant cocktail rings.

Felicia Varela - My oldest friend. We met in 2nd grade and had been friends since. She had a wild mass of curly black hair and would always wear around 3 layers of shirts and sweaters to school. She lived a few houses away from me, and we'd ride the bus to school together.

Everyone else - ...Well, you'll see.


Hey, y'all~ :D I'm back, with a new story. This is a bit of an experiment, really, one that's been knocking about in my head for a while, so please review! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed~