AN: Hello party people! Welcome back for chapter14! In case you guys haven't matched up the dates with the days of the week yet, this story takes place years ago. In chapter 1, it was 2000. After January hit, right before chapter 7, it turned 2001. So just keep that in mind, because I will try to stay historically accurate in this story.

Thursday, September 6th

The only way to see the sunrise is to lose sleep.

Sounds kind of like a quote, doesn't it? I just came up with it! It's got both literal and metaphorical meanings, and I'm so proud of myself.

The literal meaning is how I came up with the quote. Now, I consider myself a night person, but even I enjoy seeing the sunrise, when I'm awake to see it. But it seems the only times I see the sunrise is when I pull an all-nighter and get no sleep at all. (I pull all-nighters when I either can't sleep or I can't put down my book.) When I do stay up, seeing the sun rise in the morning is amazing.

The metaphorical meaning is pretty much that if one wants to see or make something beautiful occur, one must be prepared to make a sacrifice.

Just fifteen more minutes
Becomes just one more hour
Just one more page
Becomes one more chapter
The clock counts up
My sleep level counts down
As I draw closer to sunrise
And further from sundown
Hours of darkness tick by
Until finally there's a little light
I watch the sun rise
I watch the end of night.

Anyways, today was the fourth day of school. Things have been going surprisingly well. I still am sneaking clothes into school and changing into the bathroom, so now I kinda look like a cross between a Goth and a rock star (I haven't gone full Goth yet) instead of a stuck up princess.

And then there's Danny and Tucker. I admit that I was a bit hesitant to make friends at first, but they wore me down. How? Sitting next to me at lunch, and in all the classes we have together, which is everything except writing class (I got moved up into 7th grade creative writing after they read the story I wrote for young authors last year) and health class (for obvious reasons).

They were persistent. Not in the super annoying way, but just always there. And soon I started going out of my way to be near them too. They eventually cracked me. Although eventually in this case is three days.

On a completely unrelated note, we're at the age when everyone starts having crushes on other people. I think it's stupid. Everyone goes around whispering and gossiping about how they love this other person. But really, we're eleven. WE DON'T KNOW LOVE! We know puppy crushes, and we know secrets, and we know how to like how a person looks, but we don't know love.

And yet I stand a hypocrite, because even I hope deep down that someone has a crush on me. I don't particularly care how I look- as long as I look ok- but even I kinda want to be seen as pretty. Not pretty as in the, her makeup looks amazing way, but pretty in the her eyes are beautiful way.

I do love my eyes. Purple eyes are fairly rare, and no, they are not contacts. In the right light they are a lilac purple, but in a different light they can almost look blue violet. And seeing how purple is one of my favorite colors, I like my eyes. Or maybe I like the color purple because of my eyes. But I'm getting off topic.

What is a crush? Is it thinking a guy looks cute, because I'll admit, there are quite a few cute guys in our grade. Is it liking a guy with a good personality? Because Tucker and Danny both have great personalities. Is it subconscious and you can't control who you crush on? Do you know your crush by how you get nervous around them? But I don't get really nervous around anyone.

I don't know, which is why I don't think I have a crush on anyone. I could, but because I don't know what a crush is, I can't tell you if I have one or not. Maybe what a crush is depends on the person. Then what is a crush to me?

SNAP OUT OF IT SAM! You do not need to have a crush, you do not need to have someone crushing you, IT IS NOT NECESSARY.

And now I'm talking to myself. I'm right though, I don't need a crush to be happy. Just friends. And I have friends… I think. Stop being so pessimistic, Sam. Of course I have friends.

I talked to myself again. And I wrote it down. Am I going insane?

Anyways, as I was saying, I have friends. And I have a feeling that this year is going to be a good year. Or at least I hope so.

Another year rolls around
I've had this feeling of hope before
Every year at the beginning
I think it'll be amazing
I've been wrong a lot before
My instinct isn't the best
And yet here I am again
Hoping that this year will be better
And the hope brings happiness
I don't regret the hope
I will probably regret the hope later
This year probably won't be any better
But it just might be
And the hope is back inside me.

AN: I know this chapter was a bit short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways! Reviews are, as always, greatly appreciated. And I already have a plan for the next chapter, and left a few hints in here, so leave your guesses in the comments! I bet none of you will guess it. Seriously. Good luck and have a great week

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