Prologue
Story of a Girl
Every so often, there comes a period of time, when you hit rock bottom.
I've been sitting here, in the hole I dug for myself, for the past six months. Nothing, I repeat, nothing has been able to turn my attention from him. And the worst part about this whole self-pitying act I've got going on, is that I actually feel guilty for being so damn selfish. He was happy with Kate. I could see it in his eyes. He never looked at me the way he looks at Kate. Here I go again, I can't seem to stop crying over him.
I'll be honest with you, I've had a thing for Pogue Parry since we were kids. Our families grew up kind of close and he was pretty much inseparable from my older brother Caleb. It was weird, always hanging around with my older brother just because Pogue was there. I guess, everyone sort of knew I had a huge crush on him, way before I did.
I of course, didn't realize my feelings for him until Kate Tunney snatched him up. And what sucks even worse, is that I actually liked Kate. We were paired up as partners in geometry class last year, and as beautiful and popular as she was, she never treated me like I was some sort of loser, like the rest of the popular crowd did. She would actually converse with me, and ask me how my weekend was. If I was paired with any of her other friends they would have just left me alone and had me do all the work, not stopping to ask me how I was or even giving me a second glance.
So here I am, about to begin my Junior year at Spencer's Academy in Ipswich, Massachusetts moping around over a guy that I could never have. My name is Adele Elisabeth Danvers, and this is my sad, sad story.
