Alex
English class was even worse than usual today. I had to read poetry, it wasn't bad it was really good actually, of course it had hidden meanings and the whole thing was symbolism for a completely different thing, but after I took 10 minutes just to figure that out I could successfully say I was captivated by it, even though it took a lifetime to understand.
The rest of the class was just even more review of the same stuff we have been learning since the 6th grade. I thought high school was going to be harder and more challenging tham this? I guess I shouldn't speak too soon or ask any questions I should just keep my fingers crossed.
As I was playing with the hem of my dress I thought I could see someone looking at me form the corner of my eye. I turned to the guy beside me, having to lift my head just to look at his eyes because he was so tall. He wasn't the same kid from the library the other day but he looked like he could be related to him, I mean even more the rest of us do here. They were both extremely tall and well built. I think a model would be jealous of their bodies.
I thought I saw him look away quickly from something. It probably wasn't me, no one really notices me much really. They don't even take the time to make fun of me anymore. I guess I should be happy about that, but somehow I'm not.
All of a sudden I heard the bell ring. I jumped and I hope that no one noticed. I had lost track of time thinking again.
Jacob
"Are you even going to talk to her man?" Quil was really starting to get on my nerves. He has been asking that question for weeks now.
"I don't have any classes with her, I never see her besides in the halls and in the library." I started going to the library ever since I saw her walk in there after school one day. I had finally gotten the nerve to talk to her when I followed her into the library. As soon as she sat down, I don't know what happened I just got caught up looking at her, and watching her. "Any anyway, I don't even know her name."
"Why didn't you just ask?"
"What?"
"You could have just asked one of us if we knew her name! I have English 1st period with her. She sits right beside me." He was laughing as if it was hilarious. I was ticked off. He really knows how to press your buttons.
"Well, what is her name then!?"
"Oh, yeah, Alex Klein." That is not even close to what I was thinking. She doesn't look like an Alex to me.
"There she is man." He was pointing toward the soda machine. She looked like she was thinking hard dangling her change in her right hand as her left hand messed with her dress. She was wearing a purple dress about mid-thigh length with a red tank-top underneath with a funky design on it. A grey jacket with silver detailing, skinny jeans and gray slip on converse complete with highlight yellow ankle socks, I laughed when I saw them. She just had to stick in a bright color somewhere.
My smile went away when I realized that I still needed to tell her. How was I supposed to tell her when I don't even know her?
Alex
This is so hard. I am torn between getting root beer or water, knowing I will blow it and get a coke as soon as I get home. That was one bad thing about being so conscious over your weight; your mind always found ways to torture you with something as simple as picking out a drink. I messed with my dress, like I always do when I am nervous, and clanked my change trying to give my right hand something to do. Finally the guy in front of me moved and I was able to stop this and just get the drink bought. I dropped in my change and quickly chose the water before my brain had time to make me get the root beer. As I walked away with my drink I saw my reflection in the window. I sighed with grief as I looked myself up and down, yet again going through my head the countless reasons why I should not have worn these jeans. I only wear these when I wear a dress like this because it helps cover my thighs; my second most conscious place on my body.
"Alex!" that was Bailey running towards me with the results from tryouts last night, waving them rapidly as she caught her breath in front of me. "Alex, I made it! I made it! Can you believe it? Gosh, I have been practicing all summer and fall, and it paid off!" Not like she needed the practice anyway, she was one of the best and I was envious of that about her. Not only was she gorgeous and I felt like a rat compared to her, she was also the best girl on the team, yet for some reason she was really insecure about her abilities. "Alex, don't you want to know how you did?"
"Of course." She handed me the paper, I was shaking by the time I saw my name. There it was. "I don't understand, I missed like 2 shots yesterday! How…" I was so shocked I just began laughing.
"Why do look so dumfounded? I knew you would make it. We all knew it!" All of a sudden my drabby day was turned to complete bliss.
