Author's Note: You know what I find ironic? I sort of dislike stories that include the writer being incorporated into the story as a main character of love interest. I have a reason for this though. The way the story is written sounds very conceited or half assed. I don't like it when the writer makes the story conceited, but my story is going to be like this anyways. I guess I'm a hypocrite now. I hope you will enjoy my story, and please review. I don't care if you flame me, as long as there's reviews. It lets me know people are actually reading my stories that I consider to be not that good.
I woke up feeling the sun's golden rays upon my face. It was bright in my room, and looking at the clock it was already noon. I sat up on my bed looking out my window that was on my left side and saw the sun light being partly filtered by the neighbor's tree. I heard my phone rang, so I reached for the phone on the bedside table on my right. "Hello. What's up?" I asked still feeling tired.
"Hey Belinda. Get ready to go out to play badminton with me. I'm taking you with me, remember?" Her voice was bubbly and very perky.
"Oh, ok. See you later then." I hung up on her placing my phone back on table. I got out of my bed, walking over to my closet. The doors were giant sliding mirrors, and it showed my reflection which had very rumpled hair. My short black hair was sticking up in the back. My bangs which were usually parted to the right were messed up as always. I slid the closet door open grabbing a random blue t-shirt, a white jacket, and some jeans that somewhat matched the shirt. I changed my clothes as I could, and I walked to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and attempted to smooth down my hair with some water. I fixed my hair as best I could, but it was still sticking up in some parts.
I walked back to my room grabbing my phone and ran down the stairs. I shoved some pieces of bread and downed it with some water, and I somehow finished just when my doorbell rang. I grabbed my keys and a badminton racket letting myself out, and then locking the door before getting into my friend's car. I stuffed my cell phone and keys that I was still holding in my hands into my pockets. "What took you so long?" I asked considering my friend only lived a distance that can be traveled by car in two minutes.
"I had trouble finding the birdie." Her voice was less perky, but that might be because she had to concentrate on driving. I stared out the window seeing tons of trees that were very green. Today was a bright summer day, and I was glad I was on summer break. I stared back at my friend, and she was still as pretty as I remembered. I envied her good looks that somehow became more defined with the clothes she wore. Her face was small and smooth, but her hair was long and flowed down her back. This brunette had silky pale skin that most girls would die to have. It's kind of funny that I became friends with her. It was a simple thing; we get each other and had the same interests. That's how we became best friends that were very close.
She had the looks, height, and popularity. I didn't mind the popularity shortage, but I did mind the height and looks difference. I was an 18 year old girl that was only 4 feet 11 inches. My friend was a normal height for a girl (5 feet 3 inches if I remember correctly). My face was round, and I was very average looking. I didn't have much of a chest or curves, and to top it off I was chubby. Even though I was chubby, I could pass off as someone that was average size. The car came to an abrupt stop, and I snapped out of my very conceited thinking. "We're here," she announced. We took our stuff getting out of the car. We were making our way to the badminton place, and my friend went ahead of me. We were at a park that was very nature like, so it had a lot of trees that made your sight very limited. As I was following my friend that I somehow lost sight of, I stumbled on something and landed flat on my face on something hard.