The small defines of my life had been overruled by the unnerving presence of a crush. Yes like all typical preteen prepubescent females, I was a victim of these small ordeals. They crept onto me like the cold winter snow on the night before Christmas. Yet it wasn't as glamorous or graceful as waking up to a lawn full of icy snowmen, and a Christmas tree filled with presents that spoiled children will ravage with their greedy little hands. It was more like getting hit by a car and flying into a river. Harsh and cold.
Now the boy that held my hollow and desolate heart was none other than Harvey Dash. He was 5 11', and had a neatly groomed mop of curly hair that tempted my awkward soul to run my hands through during language arts when I sit behind him. He had tick for self-hygiene, and his deep dark brown pupils reminded me of all of the things I was not. My eyes were the color of manure, and nutella. My hair was so uncomfortably straight and possibly the only thing that made people somewhat turn heads when I actually styled it right sometimes. But there was just one problem with my small and ever so tiny love for Harvey. It was that he was a boy, and I was a boy.
But enough about brown eyes, nice abs. This is about me.
A prologue basically introducing you to my ever so awkward and typically inhabitable sense of charisma and ability to attract boys that I find way hotter than myself. My relationship life was shorter than the bottle of anxiety pills that sat on my counter, and I meant to keep it that way. But since we are talking about my adrenal, it reminded me of how this began. Or I guess how it didn't begin.