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Freshman Year – First Day at Kahoki High
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"Dammit!" I screamed as I stretched, getting up from my bed. I slammed my alarm clock on the ground and laughed to myself. "Oops.." I shot up out of bed, walking to my bathroom and looking in the mirror. Ew. My hair looks like a mess. Time to flat iron.
It took me twenty minutes to flat iron my hair. That leaves about forty-five minutes to do the rest. I put on my make-up, managing not to smear anything where it's not supposed to be and slipped on my Lip Service Blacklist Polka Dot Cami Corset Top from Hot Topic and black four inch heels. I looked in the mirror.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I scolded myself, twisting my body in the mirror to see every angle. I'm not sure whether or not I like this look. "I have to admit, I look pretty cool," I told myself. "but is this really me?" I paused to think. "Maybe Mitch was right…" I sighed at the thought of Mitch. I miss him more than I ever had. And he was being honest, and I probably made him feel bad, but he was being hypocritical. I don't know. And why did he just leave me like that? Well I guess he couldn't stay here with me. He does have a life back in Townsville. I don't deserve to be treated like a princess anymore. It's time for me to be a little different. No more tomboyish, ugly, and rude Buttercup. It's time for a more cooler, cuter, and happier Buttercup. Forget about him. Yeah. There's other guys at the school.
The more I thought about it, the worse I felt because nobody knows me. Maybe this look would be weird to some. Maybe, I wouldn't fit in. I really need someone to snuggle with! I'm about to lose it! I started screaming. It was sort of random, but I had to let out my anger somehow. Blossom came upstairs and ran into my room.
"Buttercup, what's wrong?"
"MITCH IS GONE, BLOSSOM," I yelled. "What am I going to do?" I whispered. Almost about to cry. Blossom looked at me with sympathetic eyes. Usually she'd be the one to tell me, I told you it wouldn't work out or He's a douche anyways. But she didn't.
"I'll tell you what you're not going to do," she paused. "You aren't going to sit here and cry all day." She told me softly. "I want you to go to school, and forget about him. Don't think about him. Be strong. Remember, we have to encounter the Rowdyruff Boys today!" Oh yeah. I forgot about them. Maybe I can take my anger out on Butch. That way, I'll feel better, and everybody won't think I'm weak! "Let's go to school now B." I nodded and headed out the door with my sisters. Today, we flew to school. IT would only seem appropriate since we didn't exactly know where it was. Lucky for us, when we had the bird's eye view, the school was actually down the rock road.
"There it is!" Bubbles squeaked.
"There he is…" Blossom whispered to herself as she saw a dark blue streak heading our way. Or more to Bubbles' way. Boomer gave a flying hug to Bubbles and both giggled with excitement. I shook my head and headed down to the school yard. I checked my watch, it's only seven-thirty. That means a half hour before class begins. I turned around to see Blossom following behind me. As we landed on the ground, hundreds of eyes were on us.
"Blossom, they're looking at us…" I whispered to my sister.
"Just ignore it." I replied. Ugh.. This is going to be a long day. I feel like somebody was staring at me, so I looked to my right. Ah.. Butch was there. Of course, he wasn't looking at me. He couldn't stand the look of my face! Remember at the mall? "So damn ugly." Well, this morning couldn't get any better.
"Buttercup!" I heard a voice call out to me. I looked around to find my sister smirking at me.
"It's Miles…" she sang as she said his name. I blushed. I saw him running around the corner of the parking lot. Did he just scream my name THAT loudly? That boy has some lungs! People were watching him running towards me. Some girls with disgusted glares and some with dropped jaws. When he finally caught up, he gave me a hug. Blossom smiled and walked off to her first hour.
"Hey, Buttercup! How's it going?" I looked around and bit my bottom lip, becoming a little nervous. I saw Butch glaring at Miles. What's his problem? I looked up at Miles again, finding a way to answer his question.
"Uh.. I'm- I uh.. I'm fine. How about you?"
"I'm good. What's your first hour?" Alright then, go ahead and cut the small talk then.. I took a look at my schedule.
"It's social studies for first and second hour." I looked at him once more. And then, I realized he works at Hot Topic. He must be older than fifteen, right? "How old are you, Miles?"
"I'm seventeen." My eyes widened.
"What grade?"
"I'm a junior." Holy shit. An upper classman talking to me?
"You know I'm a freshman, right?" He nodded and smiled. Such a nice smile. Teeth so white and his eyes are so blue. How can brunettes manage to get blue eyes? It's so rare!
"Age is just a number, right? Unless you were like ten, then there would be something wrong with me for talking to you." I giggled. That was odd. I hope I never do that again. He smiled again. We walked into the building and went to class.
The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. Except lunch. Lunch was pretty weird. Butch started texting me, asking me questions like, Why are you hanging with Miles? Do you know his reputation? Do you like him? But really, who cares? I just met him and all he does is just interrupt me when I'm talking or something. He kind of annoys me already. But here's the conversation I had with Butch:
"Butterball!"
"Callin' me fat?"
"Whatever… Look, I just wanted to ask you something?"
"What?"
"Why are you hanging with Miles?"
"He just came up and talked to me at the mall and asked if I could hang with him."
"Don't you know his reputation? He's a badass."
"And you care because…?"
"He wouldn't be your type. Do you like him?"
"I barely even know him!"
"Well, he likes you."
"Really?"
"YES. I suggest you stay away from him."
"He's just a friend. I know not to be influenced."
"Sure. I have another question."
"Okay?"
"Why did you change your style? When I saw you, you looked like a trashy boy. Now you look like an emo girl."
"Is that a problem?"
"I don't know. Are you emo?"
"Why would that be any of your business?"
"Well, you shouldn't be depressed or anything. You're a Powerpuff Girl. These kids are going to look up to you, so don't try anything stupid, alright?"
"So now you're trying to be a role model for the city?"
"It's my job. You're going to be introduced to the city in the carnival this weekend. BLEHH!"
"Shut up. What's wrong with that?"
"I have to introduce you."
"Idiot. Why are you even talking to me?"
"Why are you replying back?"
":/"
"Hehe. Yeah. So do you like poetry?"
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"I have this poetry website that I go on and post my work It's called . You should come and look at some of it."
"I just might…"
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Lunch is over. So the rest of the day was consisted with a couple of classes with Butch, but he was still ignoring me. Why would he hold a text conversation with me, but not talk to be face to face? That's just so stupid! Oh well. After school was over, I walked home. I saw in front of me my sisters and their counterparts acting very casual. As if the past didn't even matter to them anymore. Of course, it shouldn't matter, but for some reason, maybe it does for Butch. It really bothers me that he would rather text me than communicate face to face. But whatever. When I got home, and my sisters were inside after their counterparts left, I went to my room and checked out the poetry website Butch was telling me about. I searched him up and found quite a few poems on his page. The first one had the title, Simile.
Simile
The black of the night is the light of my day.
The thunder from the storm is the song to my lullaby.
Her pleasant laugh is the aching to my pain.
Her beauty startled me.
Her smile is my story.
Her eyes blind me
From what I couldn't see.
She is my rain to my cloud
The sunshine to my sky.
She's the heart in my body,
Without her I'd die.
To see she can be compared to many great things
She's a big part of me.
She doesn't know it.
Neither did I.
I'd never show it.
I won't make her cry.
Her happiness is my weakness
I have to see it first.
Fore no love from her
Will be my only curse.
The past is burdened,
Abandoned,
Buried in my hate.
But it's going to have to wait.
Because I know that this love won't too late.
Hmm… Interesting. I wonder who he was talking about. Did he have a previous girlfriend? It's kind of nice to see him vent like that. Surely, nobody that he knows will read this. I decided to text him.
"Butch?" I waited for two minutes for a response.
"Buttercup?"
"lol."
"What?"
"You called me Buttercup."
"Shut up. What is it?"
"Your poems. Or at least one of them. What was 'Simile' about?"
"I'd tell you, but I really didn't think you'd read them."
"Well I did. Only 'Simile.' What is it about?"
"Well, if you noticed, it was more like a metaphor." What a totally smartass.
"Sure. What was the meaning?"
"I rather not say."
"Why not?"
"Because it's personal."
"Is it about a girl?"
"Obviously."
"Who is she?"
"You ask too many questions."
"Why won't you tell me?" I waited ten minutes for a response. That's ridiculous.
"Because." UGH!
"BULLSHIT!"
"I have trust issues."
"Really?"
"I got to go."
"No, don't make me call you."
"Is it really THAT serious?"
"YES!"
"If it would get you off of my back, I'll tell you a little bit."
"Good."
"It's about a girl who I love. But she is too good to be with me and our past is a factor. Therefore, I can't be with her."
"Why would your past with her be a factor? It's called a past for a reason."
"She might not think it's just the past if she found out that I liked her."
"What did you do?"
"I left her."
"Do you still talk to her?"
"I did recently."
"How long has it been since you've talked to her or seen her?"
"A few years."
"Wow. She must be something special." Five minutes passed before he texted me back.
"She sure is." Hehe. I got him to talk to me. But now it's time for a talk about us.
"Okay. Well, since we've had this lovely conversation, are you going to talk to me at school now? I mean, it really bothers me that we can text after school and not talk at school even when we have the same classes."
"You don't understand."
"Am I that damn ugly?"
"YES!" I threw my phone at my vanity mirror and started to scream. My mirror definitely broke. But it was five minutes until Blossom and Bubbles came through my room door screaming at me.
"!" I screamed as I threw my hair spray can at the wall. Then my pillow at the window, and my fist at my bathroom door. Looks like professor is going to have to get me another one of those.
"BUTTERCUP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Blossom yelled. I stopped screaming and looked at her. Bubbles ran up to me and hugged me. I just stood there wide-eyed. What was I doing? I can't explode like that.
"Buttercup, what happened?" Bubbles asked softly.
"I-I don't know. Butch-"
"Butch? What did he say to you?"
"He said- I mean, I can't blame him for this. This is my fault." I pointed to myself, still stunned at what I did. My room is a mess.
"He just called me ugly…" I sighed. Blossom sighed as well.
"Why do you let boys destroy you mentally? Butch isn't anything."
"What? What about Brick to you? You guys seem pretty close! They walk you guys home from school! Butch sits there and ignores me all day. Then he calls me ugly."
"It's in his nature. It's expected of him to be like that. He's the roughest one out of all of them."
"He's the most sensitive too." Blossom froze.
"What?"
"If I'm this sensitive, he has to be too. So something I did is obviously bothering him."
"Apparently, you're very ugly to him." Bubbles stated innocently. Blossom and I glared at her. Then Blossom spoke next.
"Well, not exactly, Bubbles. See, he is the ugly person if he's going to express himself to Buttercup that way." She's right. His personality came off a bit ugly. Although his appearance isn't that bad. He is built nicely, having the most muscles out of all his brothers. His hair is not too long but not too short, layered as the typical skater boy. And from what I've seen, he just wears skinny jeans and a lot of green shirts. He's not as nice looking or as nice as Mitch at all. He's rude. He's not lovable, but he is a romantic. From that poem, he sounds romantic. I haven't seen him in quite some time, maybe this is just all an act. Seeing how much he could break me. I'll have to confront him at school.
After a long conversation with my sisters, I cleaned up my room and fixed what I have broken. It didn't take but three hours. But it was eight at night. I think I should hit the hay. So I took a shower and went to bed. I hope tomorrow will be okay.
A lot of conversation. Well, tell me if you figured out why Butch can't look at Buttercup. If not, it'll come out sooner or later.
Next chapter hopefully by this weekend!
