Not so Perfect
"For what's its worth its never too late to be whoever you want to be. I Hope you live a life you're proud of, and If you find that you're not I hope you have the strength to start over again,"- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Aria
One of the very few good things about moving to a different town or state is that you get a fresh start. A new beginning to start all over because maybe people at your old school used to call you things like a whore, and all the guys would expect you to be easy. This was what I needed. I needed to move far faraway from North Edwards California, to Elizabeth City, North Carolina. I needed people to stop talking about my reputation, and guys to stop wanting me just for sex.
However moving to a different town is not going to make my parents like me any less than they already do. They know what the rest of the 10,000 population town knows, that I'll sleep with anything guy. When in reality, I didn't do anything. My parents however care more about my sister which they know will be successful unlike me who is "going nowhere in life".
We had just finished unpacking a couple nights before so my room was all clean and organized. Which my room usually is, I like waking up to a clean room with everything all systematized. So when I did wake up for the first day of school that morning I made my bed, got dressed, curled my long brown hair, and skipped breakfast. My sister woke up half an hour later, did her hair in like two minutes, and took at least fifteen more minutes to figure out what she was going to wear. I had to wait for Andrea, for a ride, but walking seemed to be a lot more tempting now. I don't know why I wake up at six-thirty every morning if I can just wake up at seven thirty be in a rush to go to school and not wait 45 minutes for my sister. While I waited I packed for volleyball practice for after school. In my old school I was a pretty superb athletic, being good in volleyball, basketball, and track.
However once I was done with that I would still have to wait until ten minutes before the bell rang until we would actually leave for school making my late OCD go insane.
Alice
"I have never been in love, but I think I have read enough books, and watched enough movies, and seen enough lovers being in love, to know that it would be something breath taking to experience because even though falling might seem like flying for a while; it's alright as long as there's someone at the bottom to catch you. My fear isn't falling. My fear is never getting the chance to."
After I started to wake up I noticed how good of a sleep I had since I had to wake up early for school. Then I looked at the clock and noticed that there was 10 minutes until school started. Yelling across the house, "Dad! I thought you were going to wake me up!" I ran into my bathroom and started to brush my teeth and put on my contacts.
"You said that you were going to get up an hour ago when I did wake you up." He yelled back.
"And you believed me?" I asked as I situated my hair and looked at my face in the mirror. "Well, this is as good as it is going to get," I sighed about my curly hair that went half an inch above my shoulder, and my subtle acne. As I was running out towards the garage I asked my dad, "Did you get my bike fixed yet?"
"No sweetie, not yet," my dad answered back.
I just darted out from the house through the back door outside where my rabbit was. Cloud was a mini lop that we just let run free in my house and backyard because we trained him to be potty trained and really likes people. This is a really smart rabbit, which is really weird because there aren't a lot of rabbits that are like this.
When I looked back I noticed I didn't close the gate, but I didn't have time to so I just left it open knowing, my Newfoundland would just keep Cloud from leaving the yard. I started running my way to school, I kept my head towards the ground, so that I would trip over something, which happens a lot to me.
Right as I was walking into the school parking lot to get to the school one of my friends, Matt, caught up to me.
"Alice why are you in such a hurry?" He asked me as he ran up to me.
"The bell rings in like three minutes," I told him making my way to the closest entrance.
Matt had shot scruffy dish water blonde hair. He had a lot of freckles sprinkled all of her his nose, and cheeks. His eyes were baby soft blue and brightened whenever he smiled, which happened a lot as you could tell from his almost constant dimples. He was pretty tall being 6' 2" and the shortest in his family.
"Oh, I always arrive at this time," he noticed trying to catch up to me speed walk to class.
I was relieved to get to class on time right as my math teacher was introducing a new student.
"This is Aria Hampton, she will be joining us, where are you from?" Mr. Gibbons our Algebra 2 teacher continued to ask.
Aria had long wavy, silky, dark brown hair that went to about her breasts. Her eyes were a very sharp ice blue, that studied all the people who were looking back at her. She dressed pretty expensively for Elizabeth City, North Carolina. Wearing Banana Republic, Steve Madden, Silver Jeans, and a leather backpack, of some brand even I can't recognize, but could tell was expensive, you could easily point out that her parents were not of middle or lower class.
I could easily tell she was the type of girl I hated. She would easily get boys here. It's not like I was in the running for any competition anyways. Aria had sort of a Megan Fox resemblance to her, which would really get her some attention because even her body resembled Megan Fox.
"Aria, you can have a seat," Mr. Gibbon's told her getting out our tests.
Kalie, my only best friend looked back at me, "Jeez, I know I failed, I didn't know hardly anything on that test,"
Because we live in North Carolina at least 45% of out student body is African American, which is pretty big compared to most other schools, and Kalie (Kal-lee)fell in that 45%. She had untamed super bouncy curls and are big enough to make an afro and she liked her hair that way. Her eyes where a peaceful, nature-like green, and changed to hazel in certain sunlight. She wasn't that much taller than me considering I'm only 5' 2". But like everybody in my grade she did have bigger boobs then I did, but I'm used to that fact. She dressed like I did, whatever was in fashion at the time, and whatever Forever 21 and H&M had that was similar to designer brands.
"Well, that's what doing your homework is for," I told her as Mr. Gibbons handed me my test, "Geeze, another 100?" he smiled, "You really need a life, or a hobby," I do have a hobby, I'd thought.
My face changed as I looked at it. It was true, the number 100 was written in large print, in red ink right across my paper.
"I'm just kidding, good job Alice." He laughed at himself but right when he got to Kalie he stopped laughing.
"A 40!" she exclaimed.
"Why are you so surprised?" I asked her grabbing the paper from her hands looking at all of her mistakes.
Later on after class, Kalie is still complaining about her grades as I started to do my favorite hobby. Where's Vince Sanders?
In my opinion, and nearly every other girl's in this high school, Vince Sanders is probably the most attractive guy in our school. He plays football, basketball, and runs in track, and throws shot put and discus. He is legendary in all of his sports, being just a sophomore this year, he already has colleges banging at his door. Out of all the sports he plays, throwing is his best, and in my opinion, is the one where he could go to the Olympics, and I'm not just saying that. He has won state, last year, and both years in middle school track. And not just by a little but he was breaking school records left and right. He is going to be a legend. What was is about Vincent Sanders that made him so irresistible? Was it his smooth ocean blue eyes? His dark blonde swayed hair, in a Clark Kent fashion, only a little bit longer? What about his chiseled Greek body, standing at 6' 4" and 225 pounds. He obviously dressed like he owned the world too, with buckle fitted jeans, Under Armour or Northface t-shirts and whatever expensive athletic shoe he could make his parents gladly buy. He was soft with pretty girls and treated other girls nicely. Except he's never spoken to me. He loves children and animals. He was the perfect man, in my opinion, and I wanted him. But I knew that I could not have him, because Vince Sanders does not go for girls like me, he goes for girls like Aria Hampton. And she is something I could never be, because it was genetically impossible.
Vince
"They told me that to make her fall in love with me, I had to make her laugh. But each time she laughs I'm the one who falls in love even more,"
Everybody jumped up when they heard the door open in my US history class. Mr. Sweet looked over to the new face he saw over by the door.
"Ahh, you must be the new student," Mr. Sweet pushes up his glasses and hands her the assignment we're working on. "Who might you be?" he asks her noticing she didn't have anything in her hands other than a schedule and a leather backpack.
"Aria Hampton," she answers not so quietly like I thought she would.
Now this girl had something good going on because she was fine. Long wavy dark hazelnut hair glistened down to her small waist. With eyes shining a bright sapphire twinkle, and her smile brighter than the sun; she was far from beautiful.
"There's a seat over there," Mr. Sweet points ahead of me. "I'm sure Mr. Sanders would be happy enough to tell you what's going on,"
I drooled as she waltzed on over towards the empty desk in front of me.
"Is this where he meant?" her voice entered my head appearing right in front me.
"Yea, I'm Vince Sanders," I say as she sits down and I move my single desk closer towards hers. "We're answering questions on that paper using our book but it looks like you haven't gotten yours yet," I get up and go to the cabinet by the window and grab her a book, as I'm walking I'm turning the pages to the right page. I place it on her desk, "Do you need any more help with anything because I'll be glad to help you?"
She looks down at her paper instantly scanning it, then she said something, I just didn't hear it. I was too busy admiring her face.
"Huh?" I asked. "Where did you move here from?"
"California," she answered.
"Wow," I laughed.
"And no I do not need any help; I'm in your class for a reason,"
I started thinking, "You mean you're not a sophomore?"
"Freshmen," she wrote her name in perfect girly hand writing on her paper.
"Wow, again," I'm more surprised that a girl from California like her could be smart considering I was in a high history class myself. "Are you going to be a doctor when you grow up or something?"
She looks up at me offended, "Well what are you going to do?"
"Hunny," I flexed my biceps, "Foot Ball Legend, Olympic champion thrower,"
"Wow, those are pretty impressive," she looked at them questionably. "But a football scholarship along with a track one is not going to be thrown right at you,"
"Girl you don't even know me," I looked back at my paper. "I've been winning state and conference since 7th grade. And football MVP, born a star quarterback,"
She smiled, "You're a pretty nice show off,"
I looked back at her softly looking straight into her blue berry eyes, "Why thank you. You know Cheerleading try outs were in May, if you came here for our 5 time State champion team."
"Well, thanks but no thanks;" she looked offended again, "I'm not that kind of girl,"
"Then what kind of girl are you?" I ask.
"Like you I have a couple of reputations for sports as well. Volley Ball MVP star server, Basketball MVP star free thrower, Track won pole vaulting, the 200, the 75 hurdles, and high jump."
Show off. Even though I was probably better than her and a lot of those things you have to give her credit because she's a girl.
"You don't do Basketball? Wrestling?" she wonders.
"I'm good at them they're just not my thing," I say, "I usually train for throwing and body building,"
Just as I knew it the bell went off, and everybody left the class room without even Mr. Sweet telling them to. I moved the single basket desk back to where it was originally placed.
"Thanks for the help," she answered grabbing her book and papers along with pencil.
"Yeah no problem do you need help finding you other classes?" I asked grabbing my stuff.
As she hands me her paper, she says, "Yeah, this is a pretty big school, I'm not quite used to it yet."
"Spanish II, with Mr. Hunter," I said aloud.
"Yeah, I figured that," she said as we both walk towards the door and out towards the hallway flooding with people. "Where is it though?"
"I'm going to show you," I walked her over to the foreign language hall, and to the Spanish room, "Fair enough?"
"Thank you," she smiled her gorgeous smile then marches away.
"Damn, still hot," I mumbled under my breath watching her walk away.
