Introduction

I've always been somewhat in between. I'm not gorgeous but I'm still pretty. I know this because there's always rumors of someone liking me sometimes they're true. So these people obviously have to have some taste. I'm not fat but I'm not skinny, I guess you could say I still got some baby fat. Over the years I've learnt to become content with my body, features, and personality. My friends are pretty cool and I love them all. With groups everyone has a title. Mine is the happy go lucky type with an attitude. If someone were to talk about my friends or me, I would more likely go straight to the person and tell them right off. Like I seriously would bitch them right out, but I could also be considerate. I remember one quite girl had said some shit about me I just went to confront her and she never did talk about me again. So basically people's first impression of me is "intimidating" but I'm only like that if you're on my bad side.

It's raining on this wonderful Friday night. No surprise there. It's been raining for about the past year. Something with the ozone layer prevents the sun to show any sign of a new season. It's always spring. Rain, clouds, wind, and that about sums it up. It's depressing but to every bad side there is always a bright one. I mean most girls have been kissed in the rain by now. Then there's also the fact of those people who used to like dancing in the rain cover themselves up pretty good now. I don't think I could ever lose interest in that though.

Other than the raining facts, tonight is my 15 birthday and we're up partying, celebrating. The plan's tonight was planned ever since school started. It would be the first big party of the year held that year because luckily my friend's mom, Rebecca, was out for the weekend and it was just her and her brother there. So literally everything went overboard there was everything happening tonight, from hot boxing the bathroom to having a shots room. I think half the school was here even a little bit of the grade12 I don't know. Every drink that was acceptable was here. A couple volunteers were staying sober and watch over the party so it doesn't get out of hand. Catholic schools have more thorough thinkers that care about a lot of people.

I however have a good beer and weed buzz going on. I wasn't too bad. Not completely fucked but pretty good to say the least. I'm walking around laughing and talking. This was turning out to be a good start to the year. Monday's gossip will go overboard of course, but by the looks of it not much people will remember what really happened.

Since starting at this school last semester I feel I'm doing good. Lot's of friends and good grades. No boyfriend but I don't have the time to be tied down. I don't date, I don't have a clue why, I just don't. I crush because that's what is expected but nothing goes further than that. I just hate getting caught up in emotions the just screw you over and after a while that's all you think about.

This is me, I live an in between, normal life.

I changed the story because I wasn't liking the first one. It has the same basic story just more thoughts and better grammar.