The Diary of an Outsider

11/20/04

My name is Dana and my life sucks. Hey, wouldn't your life suck if you got uprooted from a place you loved all your life and to a different place, a different country? OK, maybe my life doesn't completely suck, but it's not all roses either. I'm from New York City, home of individuals, attitude, and a fighting spirit no one can deny. Now, I'm a resident of Roscoe, Canada, a place full of…plainness. As part of the moving deal, I'm in a new school, Henry Roscoe High, or as I like to call it, hell. It's not my cup of tea, but then again, this is school. It's never my cup of tea, although I do very well in my classes. I know better than to make my mom and dad mad with horrid grades, because they are quite critical about them, and that means I'm critical about them. Thanks, 'rents. Also, I should thank them for my dark skin, brown eyes, medium-length brown hair (OK, braids, the cute micro-braids with the ends unraveled), cute smile (Invis-aline braces, I'll admit it now!) and my 5'11, normal frame. I'm not skinny, I'm not fat. I'm just fine.

Anyway, my first day wasn't all bad, shocker, shocker! It started pretty normally: I got my transcript, got a locker, got books. Here's when the day turned…different. I was walking from the office, looking for my locker when I saw one beautiful stranger. He had curly hair, which was weird for a brother, but I liked it. He had a really cute smile, nice brown skin, and a build that some of my male friends would be jealous about, and some of my female friends would be very interested in. I could understand why some of my friends would be crazy about him, but why was I staring at this babe? I had no clue but I was. Anyway, I was walking and staring and I could've swore he was looking at me, when – Kapow! I was on the ground, and so was someone else. Perfect, my first day and I already hurt someone. I knew everyone was looking at us, I just did. I saw a hand and I grabbed it, because I had no other options. Do you think I wanted to stay on the floor? I got up and grabbed my books. I went to find my fellow bumper to see a brown-haired girl who wore a very bold outfit. I wouldn't do it justice if I described it. It was just…cool.

"You OK?" she said to me.

"Yeah, thanks." I simply said.

"I'm Parker, nice to meet you…"

"Dana. I'm new; can't you just smell it on me?" Yep, the signature wit I'm so famous for. I'm not a comedian; I'm just sarcastic, and a little wacky. I know when to make a joke about myself. I'm straying away from the story again, sorry. Anyway, as soon as I said what I said, she sniffed me! She actually sniffed me, but it's my fault for saying the words 'smell' and 'me' in the same sentence.

She said, "No. You smell like chocolate."

"Chocolate? Weird. I thought I put on vanilla body spray. Oh, well, blame the cocoa puffs."

"So, you new, huh? Where did you originally live?"

"New York. Yep…I'm from the states."

"Cool Beans." Usually, I would ask what that meant, but I had to find my locker.

I showed her my locker number and asked, "OK, do you know where this is?"

She pointed me to the one place I didn't want to go to- the place I was staring at that caramel-colored perfection of a boy. I smiled and said thanks, then went to my locker. It was open, it was empty, and it was mine. I started to put my stuff in there when I heard another voice.

"Hey." He simply said. I knew it was the one I was staring at. Guys who look that good sound like that. I wanted to stuff myself into that locker, shut the door and die, just die. I didn't look at him, praying that he didn't recognize my face.

"Hi." I softly said to him, being polite.

"You new?"

"Yes, quite new." I wanted to keep the conversation short. I had math and I wanted the front row, plus, I really didn't want to embarrass myself again. I put my stuff away and closed the door, hoping he went to class. He was still there, so I locked my stuff up when I heard him say, "I'm Robbie." I knew I had to answer. It was part of my brainwashing administered by my 'rents when I was young. Politeness, they told me it was.

I took a breath and looked at him, and God, was he even cuter up-close. He was smiling and everything. Lord, thank you for letting this guy talk to me.

"I'm Dana. Nice to meet you, but I got to go to class….right now. See ya." I finally said, then ran off, not allowing poor Robbie another word for me. I went to class, got my front seat and dealt with work for 5 periods until lunch came around.

I walked in, having no idea where to sit. The familiar voice of one Parker-I-have-no-clue-what-her-last-name-is called upon me.

"Hey, Dana! Come over here!" She shouted to me. I followed the voice to see she was already seated with 4 others, including 2 blonds, one being another girl, and another guy with dark hair, and funky eyebrows, but I didn't state out to him. I don't give opinions to strangers. Guess who else was at that table? Yep, Robbie. Oh, joy, another chance to look like a dummy. I sat down with my homemade lunch (Dude, school lunch is not to be trusted.) and simply smiled to everyone.

Parker said, "Guys, this is Dana. She's new. Dana, this is Travis, Lily, Ray and Robbie" Again, I smiled nicely, like a good girl who had nothing to say.

Robbie said, "We've met, although she was in rush to go to class."

"I like my education. Plus, I wanted to make a good impression." I said, now looking him in the eye. My confidence comes at weird times, I decided after saying that. The questions started coming after that, never stopping.

"Where did you live before?" – Travis

"New York."

"How do you like Roscoe so far?"- Lily

"It's nice. Nothing big, just nice."

"How's New York? Lots of cute girls there?"-Ray, before Lily hit him on the arm. They must be dating, or want to date. I could see it.

"It's cool, and about the girls, I know a few you might be interested in."

Finally Robbie said something to me.

"So, you ok after that little spill you took?" Damn! He knows! He had to see me look at him.

"Um, I'm fine, don't worry." I said.

He left it at that, and everyone went back to their conversations, but while I was digging into my chicken salad, I knew someone was looking at me. I felt his eyes digging into me, trying to figure me out. I swear right now that one day I will seriously get to know Robbie, because right now, I'm going mad thinking about him, and those eyes. Oh, those eyes could kill, that smile could destroy, and everything about him is making me go insane, but I'm straying from the story. I was in silence for most of lunch until Parker piped up, saying, "So, Dana, you haven't said much. Anything interesting we should know?" Oh, now what was I supposed to do? I'm in the spotlight again. I knew I had to say something, so I put on the old D-star charm and grinned.

"Well, I like cotton candy, bad movies, and jumping in the rain. Yeah, I'm crazy."

Well, I made an impression. Lily smiled at me, and it wasn't out of pity. Ray actually laughed a bit, and it wasn't because he felt sorry for me. Travis…well, he didn't say much, but I knew I got him. Robbie... I didn't look at him, but I heard a laugh. He liked it. Awesome! 1 step done from getting a babe for a BF…in my dreams!

"Now I know why Parker wants to hang out with you." Lily said.

"You can hang with me anytime. What bad flicks do you approve of?" Ray said

"I didn't know you had that much personality. First appearances really don't do anyone justice." Said Travis.

I hooked in some friends on my first day…and it rocks my socks! It's good being funny…or witty…or whatever I am. After people actually started talking to me for five minutes, lunch ended and I went to class. A few boring classes later, I left school, went home, did homework and wrote in here, because I have no life. Now, mom is screaming at me to check out the town and go out. I'm out of here!

From One Demented Stara,

Dana