The Unfortunate Tales of a Lovesick Teenager

I awoke from my long awaited sleep to the sound of my sleep deprived mother bursting through my bedroom door. "Ugh, can't I get 5 minutes?" I drowsily ask my mother. "Nope! Come on Kate it's the first day of school!" Ah yes, the place that adults send their offspring's to "learn". Forgive me dear reader I have rudely forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Kate Weber, I'm your average cranky teenage girl with anger issues that can't keep out of the AP's office. They say I have problems but I refer to them as personality traits. Personality traits that come to light again, and again, and again. when I was 12 I was put into therapy because of an incident that had occurred, let's not get into that. I was told that I was lucky that I was born into the life I currently live. Middle class, "loving" family, a appealing body shape that draws attention wherever I go. This has come to bite me in the ass (pun not intended) time after time. But let's get back to the present shall we? I live in sunny Santa Monica, I attend Jefferson High with some of the worlds most fucked up jackasses (excuse my French). It seems all anybody cares about anymore is what type of phone is in your back pocket, how many pairs of shoes you own, and let's not forget your body count. But let's focus on the real reason why you're here. Teenage love. The thing that drives people insane. Ugh, don't get me started. Fortunately for me or should I say unfortunately. I have happened to have my fair share of love for one lifetime. when I was 13 I fell in love with a boy named Dylan. Dylan was the school playboy back in middle school, everyone had a crush on Dylan. I'm sure he never noticed me because I wasn't popular like Vanessa and Leah. Vanessa and Leah were the girls everyone wanted but couldn't have, some could but they soon regretted it because of all the attention they received. Well we've gone into my past enough so my beautiful reader let's get back to the present where our stony begins.