The Ginger Wave
By Rebecca Bosch
1 First of all I would just like to say I never meant for any of this to happen, it kind of, just, did. I mean, I don't even know what I'm doing half the time let alone why I did it. All I wanted for my life was to perform decently enough in high school to get into an average college, get married to a man who wasn't handsome (but wasn't ugly either), have 2 kids, 1 boy and 1 girl, and name them Crash and Marcie, and die a normal death of natural causes at an average age, and that be the end of it. I didn't ask to have my face plastered on every T.V., billboard, t-shirt, and key chain. I didn't ask to be the hottest thing since cavemen discovered fire, and I certainly didn't ask to fall in love. With a movie star. Who is also a genius. Who is also a prince. And the #1 thing I didn't want to happen…
Was for him to love me back.
It all started about a month ago (a short amount of time for all of this to happen let me tell you) when I was helping my friend Kelly decorate the gym for prom. We were both standing above the bleachers on this make-shift balcony the stage people made (it was basically a forklift with a support on it). Now Kelly's your classic high achiever. Not over, but high achiever. She's what I like to call a volunteer-for-everything-and-get-perfect-grades-and-have-a-beautiful-bright-future type. "I think the green streamers should go here…No! The blue ones, definitely blue. No! Wait! Ugh… Ginger what do you think?" Kelly rambled. She had begged for my help decorating since practically the entire student council had gotten sick from the fish in the school cafeteria. Something about the way they were packaged made them go rotten and the kids were all very sick. And people wonder why I boycott cafeteria food. I do it because 1) It's way too expensive. Unless you have free lunch you can go bankrupt. 2) You never know what could be in that stuff. It could be dog meat for all you know. 3) The food is never cooked right. The only place a cold patch should be is on a burn wound. 4) The lunch ladies could do anything to the food, like spit in it. Some of them are really mean so you know that it's possible. 5) There's some kind of plot by the government to take over our minds by drugging our food. The government is out to get us (Hint, hint, America!). "Umm… yeah. Sure." I mumbled, not really paying attention. Kelly heaved a sigh. "Earth to Ginger. Ginger, wake up!" This last part she shouted, which startled me. I stumbled backward, knocked over a paint bucket, which landed right on assistant principal Mrs. Johnson's head.