I wish I had a boyfriend. One that would look at me with eyes of love. The one that would do anything to make me his. He would be six feet tall with a perfect smile. He wouldn't speak much, but he would come so close to me, I would feel his mint-y breath on my face. He would stroke my cheek affectionately and whisper soft words to me, 'Bella, I love you. I absolutely love you. You're so beautiful.' he would be so gorgeous I'd almost faint.
I sit up and pull off my earphone buds. My eyes flutter adjusting themselves to the morning sunshine. I turn my head and look out of the window. There it was, huge and silent on the hill, perfectly framed by my window - the Hollywood sign. I sighed. The final remnants of my perfect dream faded to nothing, replaced by the reality that I was still living in Los Angeles. I can't wait until the day I'll get to move away to a small quaint town, a community where people give a damn about others.
I can smell sausages. My father always cooks breakfast before he heads to work. There'll be eggs and toast too. The morning news will be blaring away from the T.V. and after he has cooked the breakfast he will sit by the window and read the newspaper while eating his meal. His morning is routine, perfected right down to the tea. I hop out of bed - it's 7 o'clock and it's the first day back to school after summer. I search around my closet for something acceptable to wear. I am ready by half 7 and head down stairs to see my father before we both go about our separate lives.
I am greeted with what I expected - a plate of hot sausages, eggs, toast and orange juice. My dad raises his head and gives me a gentle smile, 'How are you this morning? Excited to be a senior this year?'
My lips turn up at the edges, my dad, always has a way to make you feel calm and level headed. I nod in response, "I am it'll be good." his eyes crinkle with happiness, I cringe internally I hate lying to him. He then picked up his jacket and kissed my forehead goodbye as he made his way out to his car.
I quickly ate the contains on my plate and then placed my plate and cutlery in the dish washer. I speedily made my way to my little car and drove the 20 minute drive to school. It was a quick uneventful journey as I sang along with the radio to keep me occupied. I soon arrived at Burbank High School.
The school was already buzzing at 8.30 in the morning, cars were lined up in the parking area and groups of guys and girls were excitedly huddled around one another chatting animatedly.
As Bella walked into the high school she saw her ex-best friend Imogene, Bella felt three distinct emotions. The first was anger. Bella was still angry over the lies Imogene told her and couldn't forget them. The second was longing. Imogene had been Bella's friend for over 6 years and wished she was still her friend. And, finally, there was dread, because she knew that she would see her a lot this year as she knew that they had taken many of the same classes. Bella pulled her Beanie hat further down kept her head down and tried to blend into the crowd. Bella wasn't looking forward to this year…