Diclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Hey! Liquid Soul here with a new story. This is only my second fanfic, (with my first being "The REAL Legend) So please have mercy!
Anyway, this story was actually inspired by Paramore's Misery Business. But it's NOT A SONGFIC!!! So, here I go..second shot!
Oh! And review! I need it! My life depends on it!
A Girl Like Me
Chapter One
They say you can tell a lot about a girl from the contents of her purse. The truth is I despise purses; which is why I cleverly don't have one. With a great purse comes great responsibility-something I also don't have. See, in sixth grade I left my new Coach purse at a gas station. I put it down to get a hotdog…
I'm never doing THAT again!
But I did do it again...in seventh grade. I left it in the dressing room while trying on a super cute summer dress; one that I didn't even end up buying. In eight grade, I left my beautiful Juicy Couture purse in the middle of the hallway! (Don't ask me how I managed that!) Still in eighth grade, it got stolen from me when I turned my head. Some responsibility I have...
Do I make my point? You probably think I'm crazy, going on about how I hate purses and I have no responsibility for them…
But, my rambling did have a point. Well, it was getting to one anyway. Since have no purse for you to judge me by, I guess I'll have to tell you about me.
I'm Zelda Harkinian. I have a crush on a boy. The boy. I've liked him since fifth grade. (We're now in tenth.) I know, shocking. Years have gone by and I STILL haven't told him that I like him. Too long I have admired him from a distance, yet I never bothered to take the initiative.
So I've come to a conclusion. A new year's resolution, if you will. Basically, I'm going to stand up and tell him how I feel; how I've felt since fifth grade. I'm not going to cower anymore. Gone are the days where I stand idly on the sidelines doing nothing, for fear of rejection. It's time for me to grow a backbone and express how I feel. It's time for me to step away from my comfort zone…
It Sounds great and all. Peace of cake, easy as pie. Right?
Wrong.
There was one factor I had left out that could only complicate my already complicated plan.
Malon.
When I first met Link, I thought he was nuts. Keep in mind it was my first day a new school and I was only ten years old. I was not use to Link being so….Link.
Scared and timid, I sat down at the empty desk next to Link where our fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Gershwin, had assigned me. Even though I was nervous- for all the students eyes were on me- I couldn't help but notice the spiffy desks. They were the kind you could lift the top and it has a compartment underneath where you could store your school supplies. I ogled. At my old school up in Castleton we merely used the old high-school desks that they sent us when they got new ones. They were uncomfortable, made you sit up straight, and more importantly, they had no compartment! To say the least, I absolutely loved these cool new desks, opposed to my dumb old ones!
So here I was, scared but secretly idolizing the desks when Link leaned over and asked, "Do you have any carrots?"
Bewildered and still uncomfortably shy, I muttered a small, "No." wondering why he needed carrots. Didn't we kids usually try to avoid vegetables? Maybe he had missed the memo…
My answer came when he lifted up the top of the desk, revealing the compartment underneath. There, huddled in the corner was a small, brown, bunny.
How on earth he managed to catch it, I never found out, because I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I am NO WAY afraid of bunnies or anything. I was just shocked! My nerves were already pressed the limits due to the fact I had to move to a new town; a new school. I guess the bunny-in-a-desk just pushed me over the edge; something completely unexpected that just threw me off guard.
Anyway, Link was sent away to the principles office (apparently, this wasn't the first time) and I was left wondering if he hated my guts. Because thats the last thing I needed. First day at a new school and someone already hating me...
He didn't though. In fact, I don't think it's possible for Link to hate anything…except roller skates. But that's a completely different story. He was totally nice and told me he wasn't mad (After he got out of the principal's office...imagin that!) There was somethong that day that made me feel drawn to him. Maybe it was because he was super nice to me when I expected the worste from him, or maybe it was the twinkle in his ocean-blue eyes...
Psh, who am I kidding? I was in fifth grade! I didn't know anything about love! But for some reason, I felt something towards him...
Next thing I knew, we were growing up. And I had a full-fledged crush on him.
As we grew, I learned more and more about him.
He loves animals. He reads comics and wishes he had telekinesis like the superheroes. He's scared to death of clowns and spiders. He's fluent in French (Don't ask me why.) He's a video-game junkie. He makes straight A's. He only drinks water, and in freshman year, he got voted student most likely to save the world.
And what was so cool about him, was that everybody liked him. Everybody! I don't think there was a person who didn't like him. Preps, jocks, goths, nerds, emos, you name it!
It was because he was amazingly nice…to everyone. He connected with everyone.
Even though we weren't best buds, we were what you'd call first-degree friends; friends who knew each other and maybe sometimes shared a couple laughs. Probably been lab partners once or twice but aren't good enough with each other to 'hang-out'. If you know what I mean…
In layman's terms: Acquaintances.
Well, I planned to change that relatively soon.
Hopefully.
So? Did you like it? Did you not like it? TELL ME!!!!
liquidsoul