The unfolding of all true love, Claire's point of view.
This is my first story so excuse me if it's faulty:]
Today, I met him, the boy in the middle of this entire whole love story.
Back in eighth grade of my schooling, I had a huge crush on him.
Actually when I say huge, it's a complete understatement. I had this complete over ruling go through my body when I saw him.
It was like one of those fairytale love stories your grandmother would of made up, to convince you to get married.
I believed in that fairytale. I believed in love, and him, just as much.
During my pinkie frilly days (minus the pink and frill, realistically I was a tomboy), I was the goon in school, and a good one at that.
I bullied my schoolmates who picked on nice kids like me. You know the ones, spotty, wearing cheap plastic glasses that covered more than just the eyes, the whole face really.
As cool as we considered ourselves to be, in reality my friends and I were actually the dorky geeks of the school. My pals and I were uncool and shunned by the so called "cooler people."
On the subject, the teachers loved geeks like me. We had the best grades, the simplest hairstyles and we were the best behaved children. But I was also good at sports. Sports were given a lot of attention in our school and sportsmen in my school were like the fit lads you see in Hollywood teen movies. They were also the idols. My eyes never came between me and my star status. Until I fell in love.
If you were to ask me about the whole deal now, I would call it silly.
But then, I never felt silly. It was a serious and dramatic chapter for me in my life.