THIS MAY BE A LITTLE OUT OF CHARACTER AND IT'S NOT MY STORY SO NOTHING TOO HARSH. PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW.
I am Cat Valentine. I am sixteen years old and a sophomore at Hollywood Arts. My best friend's name is Beck. My other friend is Robbie. They are both important to me somehow. They've both effected me in a positive way.
I remember meeting Robbie for the first time. I was leaving my friend, David's house and I bumped into him. He had a crazy puppet with him.
"Hi," the boy with the puppet said, "I'm Robbie."
"I'm Cat," I said happily.
"Like the animal?" he asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I screamed.
"Nothing bad," he admitted, "I love cats."
"Oh okay," I said.
"Wow your hair is really red," he said.
"Oh my god!" I screamed once again,"I love my red hair!"
"Good job you idiot," the creepy puppet said "I personally like her hair."
"I didn't say I didn't like her hair!" he yelled back.
I started laughing. He started laughing too. It just suddenly got silent.
"My brother went to puerto rico," I said, "He passed Spanish so he could talk to them. He could say 'Can I get a taco?' no problem."
"So your the girl with crazy stories," he said
"What's that supposed to mean!" I screamed once again.
"Nothing," he responded, "I like crazy stories."
And we have been friends since then.
Now beck was different. I met him in eighth grade. Everyone wanted us to get together but never did. He met jade and everything changed.
Were friends now. Who I really like now is my best friend, Dylan. He's cute and I've liked him since I was five. We go way back.
I remember him helping me watch my brother. I never mentioned my brothers younger than me. Eleven years old with the mind of a toddler... Literally!
I always knew that Dylan liked me too but my mom gave me an age limit. Sixteen years old. I have to be sixteen years old. If I didn't have the age limit he would've been my boyfriend when I was nine.