The Beginning
I never thought I'd fall in love, I always saw it as something for other people. After all what guy would ever like a girl like me?
I was 15 years old beginning my grade 11 year and not pleased to see the summer gone again. I hadn't done much, hung around with virtually no body although sometimes that was a good thing. I found the Canadians bored me, and when I moved to Nova Scotia from my home of Ireland I remember thinking.
"What on earth am I going to do here?"
I remember starting school and having conflicts with them wanting to hold me back a year so I would be the same age as everyone. Luckily for me my mother wouldn't have that and I was moved up. I'm so glad she did, I would have gone insane from the lack of maturity. Even now I found myself unable to relate to many people.
By the time I was in grade 11 I had lost a considerable amount off my accent due to a childhood of getting teased for speaking strangely. I developed an alter accent so to speak where I would adapt to the Canadian pronunciations of things. I would switch back at home with my large and very Irish sounding family of 7.
Even though I had lived in Canada over half my life I never really found I fit in for many reasons. For one I was not your typical girl, born a tomboy I loathed anything girly. I suppose that was why no boys showed interest in me, they all wanted the typical girl. I guess that meant I needed a not so typical guy…
I knew I wasn't going too find him in Middleton, my older sister Jody had told me many times that men were not to be found in Nova Scotia. She lived in the city and had had no luck. She always told me "Men are like a box of Chocolates, by the time you get there all the good ones are gone and the only ones left are the funny ones nobody wants"
I believed that phrase so entirely that what happened to me still seems unreal to this day.
I barely remember the first day of that grade 11 year not the best day for me.
My hair was still long and very shaggy looking and I was wearing my new Beatles shirt in a sad attempt to get the boy I currently had my eye on to give me a second glance. I drudged through the typical 1st day introduction classes that make you feel like you wasted your entire day and made it too lunch time. I went down to the outside steps where my group of friends typically met to eat.
I was pleased to see all my old friends that I had failed to keep in touch with over the last two months and I saw a few new faces that someone else had managed to drag along. A few new girls, who my friend Laura was introducing me too, Diane a bubbly French girl that could already tell was going to fit in wonderfully, two sisters Sherry and Florence who had come from Belize and Amy another very quiet girl. I had expected to see a lot of new girls as the majority of my friends were girls. I spotted Sam and Mel two of the grads and fellow band geeks like myself. Sam was my first real guy friend and I saw him as my older brother and Mel had been adopted as my unofficial big sister.
I didn't expect to see a new guy sitting at the steps. I had never seen him before, but many of the girls seemed to know him.
I cannot recall what he said to me in a polite attempt to greet me. All I remember is that what came out of my mouth was very, very sarcastic.
It was a wonderful day to be going through a sarcastic phase.
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I hope you stayed interested enough to read it all the way through. Based on a true story.
korikian
