A new story! I feel like I'm on a role. I wrote this on my way (and in) Gettysburg, as I went on a trip there. It was super cool. Enough about me. ANYWAY this is my first non-canon fic, using OC characters. As much as I wanted to make this a SYOC, I wanted to experiment first. Please enjoy! The characters are mine. Please remember to review as it REALLY makes my day!
Sofia Robins, 3, Waverly POV
I walked through the halls of my school. I got an occasional "hey Sofia" or "Robinssss" on my way down the halls. I came across the more popular girls at my school. No one could explain how they became popular. They just were, and had been since we were young. But with them, I felt restrained. I couldn't truly be myself, like I could with my real friends. But I loved the thrill of being popular, of being with the cool kids. Hanging out with boys, and being young or whatever. But with them, I had to be fake, from my overreaction when my former crush, Bobby, came by, pretending that I still kind of liked him. I developed the crush in 7th grade, and it was so obvious. Maybe I still liked him. Bobby had just gotten hotter as we were older. The crush also gave me things to talk about with the popular crowd, and I started talking to them more. I thought I would not enjoy this experience f hanging out and being known, but I did. As I came up to them, I did my normal round of "hey guys", and "what's up?".
"Hey S," my friend, Ashley, said. We went to camp when we were younger, and she was my only friend in this group.
"Hey," another girl, Kay, said.
"So S," Hanna, who was always friendly and talkative, said "are you signing up for the selection for Prince Alexander? I wan to be just like Queen Anne. She's so poised! And imagine being sisters-in-law with Princess Elizabeth and Princess Katy. They are so adorable. Anyway, most of us are. But with Bobby, we didn't know..." she trailed off, smiling as if her joke was original. I had been teased about Bobby plenty of times. Bobby had been dared to ask me out plenty of times. It was nothing new.
"Yeah, it will be hard if I do get picked, which I probably won't,"
"Nonsense S," Hanna said, being encouraging. Even though she was popular, she was really nice. But that didn't help. They brought up Bobby again, someone I was trying to get over. It really wasn't helping that they kept on bringing it up. I said my goodbyes, and was on my way as they returned their attention to Kay, asking how her boyfriend, Tomas, was doing with the situation. "I don't even know if I should sign up!" she squelaed. I rolled my eyes. of course she would. Everyone in their right mind would sign up, boyfriend or not. Kay flipped her short hair, and I kept walking towards my first period class.
I know that I sound cynical, and I'm really not, and while I am definitely not the whole hippy flower power girl either, I like to think I'm observant. I have walked through these halls with few friends and managed with no enemies. As a friend told me once, "you want to listen to the main story, but not be it". All these years later, especially after the Bobby thing, I really should've taken her advice more seriously. I walked through the open door of class, and saw Bobby. I tried not to look, but I did once. The thing that no one else knew is that I had kissed Bobby, when I was thirteen. I had never told anyone, and said that my first kiss was with someone else, who I ended up dating for a year. I had kissed plenty of people since then.
TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TIME SKIP TO THE END OF THE DAY
I got off the bus, with my big denim jacket draped over my shoulders and my earbuds securely in my ears, listening to music. I liked many genres, and my playlist was so diverse. But being as my situation was with my friends, I couldn't play some of the stuff that I really liked, in the fear that I would be seen as geeky, and not cool, like everyone else was. I figured that they must have their secret quirks, something that they like but are too scared to share, like me. But we're all too concerned about appearances to show what we are actually like, and I truly think that is a terribly sad thing. I used to even write songs, and I do today, but I never sing them to them. Only to my actual friends. My life is a constant struggle between them.
My younger sister, Violet, was 4 years younger than me. She contracted a terrible disease when she was 5. My family tried everything we could but we couldn't save her. the doctors didn't even know what was going on. I had sobbed every night for weeks. I still go nightmares about it sometimes, and when my mind wandered I would think of Violet, her face pale. I could see my mother's face, telling me what happened. We still have some pictures of her. I shook my head. and walked into our townhouse, which was rare for Waverly.
I picked up the mail on my way in. I looked through the mail. it was the regular, until I saw the selection envelope. I shivered at the sight of it. This envelope could hold my future. For an 18-year-old, that's a scary thought. I ran my fingers over the letting, feeling the indents. From my years of planning parties on the side for my friends, relatives, and strangers to get money, I knew that this was letterpress. This was fancy, and expensive. I wondered how much it cost.
I opened it carefully, briefly skimming the message about our dear prince Alexander. He was cute, and I had had a small crush on him when I was younger. Not like completly fangirling, bt it was a casual crush.
I filled in the form, listing my traits. Observant, good listener, reading, writing, volleyball, softball, sailing, guitar. This was like a job application. I was tempted to write my love of television, chocolate, and my ability to stay up for extremely long periods of time. I walked to my province office, just blocks away, and took my picture. I had done a little more makeup, and worn my best clothes. I wanted to remember this moment. I'm sure my parents would be annoyed that I didn't go with them, but I wanted this to be a me experience. I almost ran into a couple of girls from my school, sending their applications in together, but avoided them. As the lady was taking my photo, I started laughing at this process. The pressure of this was going to make me crack, and at that moment, as my entire future could have been set, I found it hilarious. I'm sure I looked horrible, but at the end of the day, I didn't care. There was no chance that I would get picked in the number of envelopes that have and will be sent in.
What do you all think? I want feedback! I'll try to get a new chapter up by Monday. Do you all like shorter or longer chapters? Sophia's POV or someone elses? Please review and I'll try to accommodate them. Thanks!
