the destiny of my lonesome girl - romancefreak101 (good books to read for teens .txt) 📗

all the rest of my classes except computer class. The good part about that was that I got to finally relax my racing heart. The bad parts were that all the rest of my classes involved ten tons of more stress than usual because he was there, I wouldn’t ever be able to focus on my class work, and I would eventually graduate just to be told I can’t get in anywhere because my grades are like death itself! Okay, maybe that’s a little melodramatic but it didn’t matter. My life was officially going to be a living hell just because my hormones couldn’t control themselves. Being me sucks!
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I slugged my way to the cafeteria for lunch feeling anxious. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t believe I was going to let this guy get to me. I mean what if it was a girl’s name! What am I thinking, that wouldn’t happen. He couldn’t be that hot without having a hot name too.
I walked into the cafeteria and immediately looked around for ripped dude. Luckily for me, I didn’t see him.
I sighed with relief.
Maybe he was forced to sit in the bathroom. Ha! Like that would ever happen. Girls would be lined up to get a chance to sit with him.
Walking through the lunch line I did spot something else that caught my eye. All the girls had pouts marked along the lines of their faces. I hadn’t noticed it because of the state that I was in before I got to lunch. That consisted of me hipper ventilating and about ten seconds later ready to drop dead. Once I had calmed myself down, I noticed that almost all the girls in my school had gone mad. There was a loud thunder coming from all the girls (it began to freak me out.) My old best friend would have acted just like these girls. I guess I have to admit that she really wasn’t that great of a friend. She only acted like she was my friend because nobody liked her. She was always cruel to the other students…and her name, was Becca. She was so mean to one kid they had to move away because other whys he would have done something he would have regretted. Everyone stayed away from her. People used to say she was a step a head of gossiping-whatever that means- I thought what made her the best bully was the fact that she refused to say or do anything behind people’s backs. And she wouldn’t let you talk behind her back either. She would always tell someone to their face what she thought about them before she hit them. Whether she knew them or not it didn’t matter to her. People always seemed to fade away and disappear when she walked down a hall. Nobody wanted to get involved with her. She had no one-just like me- and after a while it caught up with her.
I would have been other people’s friends but they were just too full of themselves. They never thought about me or what I was going through in life. That’s why I never talked to anyone. I was known as the goth girl. The one who put on too much eyeliner and always wore dark clothes was referred to as me in the school dictionary. I changed that when my Becca taught me that it doesn’t matter what I look like because I am still going to be the same person on the inside no matter what. I still find it difficult to be me to this day.
If Becca was here right now she would tell me to go search for ripped dude myself. She would know that it wasn’t everyday you found someone who you actually like. Its especially magical when they like you back, or at all! And of course, that’s when I decided to go look for him. I pushed people with my elbows into one of the two bars that kept us in line and ran for the exit not knowing where I was going.
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I eventually found him, but it was in the most unexpected area. I stood there and waited for him to turn around and say something…but he didn’t. He sat on the bleachers in the back of the school where the football field was and seemed to be looking at the forests, or in them. He must have used to live near a forest because he looked very intently at the woods.
I asked “What are you doing out here?” but he didn’t answer. He did move his black book bag so I could sit down.
I wasn’t here to sit and look at the trees! Just doing one of those two things would drive me to madness. So Instead, I put my body in front of him with my hands on my hips so it blocked the woods. He chuckled while lowering his head. When he looked up at me he only spoke one word “Victor.” What does that mean? Is that your name? Do you think that’s my name? Are you looking for someone by that name? I had asked all those questions but the reply from him or so called “victor” was either another chuckle or just a staring contest. I finally gave up and decided it must be his name since he probably knew I was dying to hear it. After that, I spent the rest of lunch sitting next to my locker.
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I went to history class with both a groan coming from my mouth and my stomach. Everyone else was excited for some reason. I didn’t realize why till I got to my desk and noticed a big TV set sitting in the front of our classroom on a wooden pedestal. It was one of those old and bulky featured television sets. It also had a VCR and a big box in the back of it.
That perked me up but the realization that so called “Victor” was in my class, yet again, dropped my mood back to depressed. Little did I know that this was going to be the worst and best class of all. Victor sat behind me in this class because I was apart of the main back rows of chairs in the classroom. I was one chair away from the last chair which Victor now sat in. That was good for him since he wouldn’t have any annoying neighbors, or any neighbors, but bad for me. I mean it still wasn’t as bad as first bell because now I couldn’t see him. I mean I still had urges to turn around and look at him. I just chose to ignore them. When Victor threw a note on my desk right before the lights went out I jumped, startled.
The note wrote:
Dear, Laraine
I am truly sorry for earlier. I had just happened to have a hard time deciding whether I wanted to starve for lunch or kill myself from eating your schools mystery. Hey, just like you.
Sincerely, victor
I laughed when he brung up our school’s lunch and then almost cried when he mentioned I was like it. Suddenly, I Had a brilliant thought, sort of.
My note wrote:
Dear, crude
Sorry if my handwriting is a little to manly for you. Don’t want to rip the skirt right.
Sincerely, nobody p.s. URALuzer
That should put him in his place. I threw the note over my head, right before I crumpled it, and heard a silent sound of the crumpled ball of paper as it landed on Victor’s desk. The volume was so low on the TV I couldn’t even hear what the actors/actresses were saying in the movie. It sounded like buzzing to me and I wasn’t ready to make an effort at straining my ears just to hear some stupid and pointless history movie. Victor did the same thing as before with the note but it was a new sheet a paper. I opened it three ways and read it.
Dear, Laraine
I’ve thought about what you have said and I decided to ignore the rude comments. If you were wondering-which I know you highly are-I moved here for many obvious reasons. If you would like to know one of those reasons I would consider writing back.
Love, Victor
I crossed Laraine out right when I saw it. Two seconds later, I regretted it. He would see it if I wrote back to him on the same sheet of paper. I read the rest of the letter for some reason and instantly put an “x” out on the word “love” right after I finished reading it. He had written that right next to his name just so I could see it. Even if I was going to write back to him that didn’t mean I had to do what he told me. I could have just turned around and said something, but he knew I wouldn’t do that. I would have gotten detention. I did write back to him and got an astonishing answer. His parents got a divorce and his father almost immediately moved to Michigan. Yup! The story sounded like any other modern day family except my mom took care of me all on her since I was a baby. Her “mate” for a better lack of the term wasn’t committed or ready for that kind of responsibility. Mostly, I don’t blame him because my mom had still been in high school at the time! Anyway there was one more thing in the letter that I forgot to mention. That he lives with his father. Can you say scary!
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Ring! Ring! Ring! Brightness from the lights in the room blinded me. I realized that I had been sleeping through the movie when I saw my wet notebook. I felt groggy after waking up. I am always mad in the morning when I wake up. I even get that way when I wake up at three o’ clock…in the afternoon! I began rubbing my eyes when someone behind me put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around slowly, still tired.
“Have a nice nap?” victor asked. Then he walked past my desk and out the door without turning back. I should have known it was him. He was the only one who sat behind me. Looking at my desk I couldn’t find the scraps of paper Victor and I wrote each other letters with. He must have taken them while I was sleeping. I felt good knowing I had a restful nap and instantly bad again when I found out I had to go to my locker again to get