Who would've known that simply a glance can make my day. A simple smirk can make my universe complete. And a simple "hey" would make me feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. Who would've known that that "annoying kid" would soon turn into everything I've ever wanted. Who would've known that just by seeing you with someone else can collapse my world.
Walking down the hallways is a daily routine. Hearing laughter, girls gossiping, and a couple showing their everlasting love towards one another. So much love in the world, love that seems that I'll never experience.
My name is Allyson. Allyson with one 's'. The quiet girl, pretty much just there. "Hey Ally, I said YES!" my overly excited friend Mary said. "That's nice Mary," I said with no emotion. "Are you okay?" Mary asked confused. "Yes, I'm fine," I said as I walked off. Everytime something's wrong my friends come up to me and tell me their problems. I have to live with these untold secrets that sometimes shatter me. It seems that my friends always tell me their problems and I can't tell anyone anything. It seems that the only thing they care about is their love life. They never ask me about me, in contrast they tell me about their "crush of the month" or who they just rejected. While I, I still haven't even had my first kiss, nevertheless my first boyfriend. Mary had her first kiss months ago. Amanda is now even engaged. Me? I'm still a junior that they still see as another unattractive girl. But what gives... Guys are idiots.
My first actual love was Austin. Yes, love. Not a crush. I was an idiot for falling for him. He just sees me as another girl that's chasing him. He's happy with his girlfriend, and I know he feels absoultely nothing towards me. Mary told him last summer that I loved him and he simply answered with a "Really?". End of story. I mean who would ever notice me. The stepsister in the fairytale. Austin never did anything about it, even though he's the reason that I look forward to go to school. He's the reason why I started using makeup, getting up earlier to impress him. But it seems that he just sees through me with a little laughter while hugging his girlfriend. Obviously he knows. He just doesn't care. Doesn't he know that all of this hurts me. Deep inside. But what could he do? It's not his fault that he doesn't like me. Who would like the gloomy flower among the beautiful flowers? He has all the right to ignore me. I don't blame him. But as long as he's happy then I'm happy, even if it's killing me to see him with another girl-that's not me.