My official epiphany for today: love is seriously overrated. Everyone thinks that when you fall in love it's the happiest day of your life, the universe makes sense, blah, blah, blah. Well actually, I'd like to let you into a little secret: it doesn't work like that. At least, that is, if you're Rumer McDuff. Yes, that's me; hello! My lovely parents decided it would be a great idea to call me Rumer and my brother Scout, because they're sane like that. I've decided, over the years, that its probably best to introduce myself as just Rue instead, saves a lot of teasing and hassle over all I think.
Anyway, as I was saying: love is overrated. Especially if you manage to fall for a boy who is probably insane but extremely good looking. Oh, and he once tried to kill you; and is still trying. It's a bit of a hassle but still, love is love, overrated as it is, and we must learn to deal with it in the calmest way possible. So naturally I didn't.
"Rumer, RUMER!" I heard a voice yelling my name over the crowd of the rest of Algonquin Regional High School going to the first football game of the season. I was walking up the stairs to the top of the bleachers where me and my best friend Alex Vine were meating. I turned irritably towards the sound of my name. You know, Rumer is actually quite a good name to have when in crowded places because you know if someone is calling you. Because no-one else is called Rumer. Ever. Over the sea of heads jostling to get a good seat, I see a tall, muscular guy wearing an Algonquin High football team shirt and Boston Red socks cap. His almost black, floppy hair was being ruffled in the wind. My brother yelled at me again, "Rumer, get your ass over here." Such a delightful family I have. Slowly, I weaved my way back over to where Scout was standing and gave him a glare that should've been lethal, if looks could kill. But they can't, which is a shame because my darling brother was still standing with that lopsided grin plastered on his face that I had grown up with. "What d'you want Scout?" I questioned, giving him a look exasperation. "Please don't tell me you've tried to set me up with another one of your friends," I commented, looking at him warily. Last year, my Freshman year at high school, my brother, who had been a Junior at the time, had attempted to set me up with multiple guys from his year, all of whom were interested in things slightly above my age range. If you know what I mean.
"No, oh darling sister, I do not want to 'set you up' with anyone. I only wish to pass on a lovely message from darling mother and darling father," replied Scout, looking rather pleased with himself.
"And the message is..." I prompted motioning with my hand for him to continue. For a moment Scout looked a bit confused but then he seemed to have remembered why he had called me over in the first place.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Um.." He pulled out his phone and I let out an exasperated sigh. Finally finding his text from mum, Scout read aloud, "Please tell Rumer that she is going to Alex's house tonight." I looked at my brother in a confused, slightly annoyed way. "You yelled at me and made me come all the way down here, just so that you could tell me I'm going to Alex's tonight when Alex herself could have told m. Or, if you wanted to tell me that badly, you could have just texted me you idiot." Scout looked a bit taken aback but he just shrugged and walked off