Dreams of Me
By Gleek717
Does everyone live like this? Hiding away their hopes and dreams...just because they are afraid of what other people will say about them. Afraid of people crushing them, stomping on them, just hurting and killing the only lick of hope people have left. Me, on the other hand, I have lots of it. Yep, that's right, Audrey Victoria Lacey has all the hope in the world. Ok, i'll agree that was a little overboard but still.
Chapter One
First day of school. Isn't that how every story begins. Most of the time, its about seeing a cute boy that you start to crush on, or maybe a new friend that you make. Mine, was both. You're probably wondering how this happened. I don't exactly know actually, just got lucky, I guess. But that's what everyone says.
When my older sister, Kassidy, told the family that she was getting married, I asked her if she loved him. She said yes. I asked her how did she know. She said because he made her feel special. Then I asked her the final question, "Are you sure that you want to marry him?". Her answer was this, "Yes, he is cute and he makes me feel like a queen". Kassidy has always been the spoiled, stuck up one in our family of eight.
Eight, yes, that's right. My mom and dad have always wanted a big family, four boys and two girls. Yep, Me and Kassidy are the only girls, besides mom of course. Our house is ruled by smelly guys with the attention span of a peanut. I know that sounds kind of sexist but, trust me, if you met my brothers, well lets just say you don't want to meet my brothers. Kason, the oldest, is the sports guy, mostly football though. Jayden, is the smart and funny one who does soccer and can speak Italian. He is also a total ladies' man. Bentley, the lacrosse, Abercrombie model, also stuck up and spoiled. Then there is Elliot, the pure-bred French wannabe, well not really a wannabe because we do have a little French in us but still. Elliot also plays soccer, but he likes tennis more. I love my family. They are fun and crazy, but sometimes they are so annoying.
Anyway, back to my first day of school. It was cool. You know like when you pick out the perfect outfit, then when you walk into school, you feel overdressed and like an outcast. That happened to me. The night before, I laid out my outfit, a white top that says "It's all about me, not you", to go under my awesomely awesome Forever 21 distressed white bomber, to go with my white cropped jeans. And to top it off, my new white Abercrombie sandals, that Bentley got me for my birthday, advantage to being the youngest: more presents. Yep, my back to school outfit was awesome until I walked into the my classroom. I look around. Everyone is wearing tees, capris, and old Converse sneakers. I quickly yank off my jacket and take a seat in the middle row. I hate sitting in the front because teacher is way too close, and I hate sitting in the back because I can't see the board, and it gives people the impression that you are a "T-R-O-U-B-L-E". But in the middle, its just right. Like in Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Love that book. To me, its like it has a moral or something, like choose what right for you, not for your friends, you know? But also at the same time, in the book, she can't really make up for mind, like me. My friends have their life all planned out, me, I can't even decide what my favorite color is. One minute it's yellow, the next, it's blue.
As I walk in the hallway towards History, I accidentally trip and almost fall. I know, I know, almost. The key word. But everyone still saw it. It was so embarrassing. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worst, I turn around and BAM! Someone runs into me, and I fall this time. Dear God, why me? Why me? He turns around and helps me up. With his sun bleached hair and blue eyes, I almost fall again.