-1I woke up one morning and everything changed. Before today I was living in Ohio, minding my own business, hanging out with my friends planning what to do during the summer. Next thing I know my mom gets a job offer she just couldn't refuse. I was glad that she finally got a great job, that she could help more people, and make a lot more money, but when she said we had to move all the way to Wellington, Florida. You can imagine how fast my happiness had demised. So, here I am in a new state with a new school where I don't know anyone at all. My name is Spencer Carlin and my life has gone straight to hell.
Beep! Beep! I wake up to the most annoying sound in the world. I grab my phone and take off my alarm. God, who goes to school at 6:50, really why did they have to make us go to school so god damn early. I get up to do what I always do, take a shower, brush my teeth, and find something to wear. I decide I just put a nice t-shirt with some new jeans.
"Spencer, hurry up or you will be late for your first day of high school!" My mom screams like if I can't hear her outside the door. I get my bag and grab an apple on my way out. My brother and I get into the car and drive to our new school.
Wellington High School, I bet it didn't take them long to come up with that. The school is more wide than tall. I somehow found my way to my classes with no problem which is surprising because I've never been here. My first class was French, which seemed pretty cool, the teach wasn't so bad. Photography was pretty boring, but hey I wanted to learn how to take better pictures, right? Human geography, totally sucked why did I take this AP class, the teach already gave me homework on the first day, asshole. Biology was ok, the teach was hilarious. Geometry was alright, haven't really decided on the teach. H.O.P.E (P.E. pretty much) was boring all we did was sit around. English was pretty good, the teach was crazy but in a good way you know.
I had been going to Wellington a few weeks, take a day or two. Anyways, I still hadn't made friends on account that I am way too shy to talk to someone. I thought I knew everything that I needed to know about my self. But that all changed when I met her. I was sitting in on the bleachers inside the gym in my H.O.P.E class when she sat two maybe three steps away from me with a group of her friends. Only one word came to mind when I say her, cool. I don't know why, but it was the first word I thought of. She wasn't one of those popular girls. She had a black messenger bag with the Pirates of the Caribbean logo in purple. I don't thing she was gothic, but I do know was that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. I knew from that day on that I was gay, that she had taken my heart just by taking that seat. Every other day I would see her in that same spot. Every once in a while I would look at her, I had nothing to do while I sat there so I would listen to her talk to her friends. Her voice was incredible, I don't think I could ever tire of listening to her speak. Every so often she would catch me looking, but I would just look around and pretend that it was just a coincidence that I was looking at her. I would look around the room to make her think so. I would hope she would never find out the truth because I don't know what I would do if she was ever to find out.
I was astonished when I found that her second period was art, which was right next to my photography class. Even more so, when I found that her third period was only two portables away from my class. We have the same H.O.P.E class also. I finally started to make some friends after a while. My friend, Kyla Davies, is a genius, she get "A's" on everything, I'm serious and is extremely modest, which is why she is my best friend. Made a friend in Photography named Chelsea Lewis, she was really cool. Then some people I talk to in H.O.P.E. they'll all crazy as hell, but that is way I hang out with them so much.
Finally, we started to actually do something in our PE class, I feel on my ass trying to outrun a girl, it was humiliating to say the least, people talked about it even with me in the room with them. So, say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. While my class went to the portables to do some work, that's were I finally knew her name, Ashley. Ashley Davies. I think it suits her perfectly, it just rolls off your tongue don't you think. I finally knew the name of the girl, who had captivated me and stolen my heart in less than a second. I didn't even think about Ashley and Kyla having the same last name, I was just so ecstatic to finally know her name.
A couple of days had passed and my class was playing kickball in our PE class. I got out because the caught my ball. I was standing against a pole watching the rest of the class play when she came to stand next to me. Hey, you kick yet, she asked like we had known each other forever. I had never spoken to her directly. Only once when she thought that she had spit on me, which she hadn't, while she was spitting on her friend. She had apologized to me and hit her friend, I just told her it was ok, too shocked to even come up with anything else to say. Anyways, I couldn't believe she was talking to me, me of all people. On the outside I was calm, but on the inside I was screaming. Yeah, was my only response back. How was it? She asked me. I just laughed and calmly responded, not good. We shared a laugh and then she left as if she had never been there in the first place. I wish I could have said more, or done something to make her stay. So, here I was in love with the one person I probably would never have.
I know that I shouldn't but her locker is right on the end of the room, you always pass it on your way out of the locker room. I can't help, but look at her when body on my way out while she is changing. She is just so beautiful, her body is magnificent, she is a goddess, no doubt about it. God, she is just so perfect. She is incredible, I am just so in love with her, it scares me how fast I have fallen for this girl. She has only spoken to me once, and I am already completely captivated with her. Everything is perfect about her from her eyes to her lips to her arms to her legs. I even love how she walks and how I can read almost all the expressions on her face. I can never find anything wrong with her. Even when she is angry, all I can think is that she is even hotter when she gets angry.
We were in the portables yet again, just working on some worksheets. Well, I was working, but she was talking to her friends, two seats ahead and one seat to the left of me. That is when I heard something I wish I had never heard. That is when the words boyfriend flew out of her mouth. Meaning not gay, I never expected her to be gay, but I was still hoping that she would prove me wrong. I continued to work as if I hadn't heard a word she had spoken. The one word that made sure she would never be mine. Outside, I seemed the same like nothing had changed, but inside, I felt nothing , nothing at all while I was in that class. Yet again, if you have missed my introduction, my name is Spencer Carlin, and my life has gone straight to hell yet again.
