Her
I'm writing this to lock my memory. To hold onto her. To the memory, the essence, the feeling of her.You see when two people from different who are in no circumstances supposed to collide, collide they don't stay that way for long.
She came into my life in a weird way. A way I cannot explain. I was in 7th grade when we first met. We both were. To be honest I've met her before but that was the first time we properly met. She was the popular girl. A teacher's pet. Good in studies and beautiful. I know. Cliche right? It wasn't love at first sight tho. We talked some and I found wow we have a lot in common. I found that she was nice to me and we did a lot of the same stuff. Now I was the lone wolf so know that was shock for me. She was dominant in most ways always getting what she wanted. Ruthless and independent on the outside and very ambitious. However inside she was as soft as an over chewed chewing gum.
Oh wait, I didn't give you her name. Or mine in fact. Ugh I can be such a chatty kathy sometimes. Her name was Serena. Serena Joyce. My name is Shelby Brooks. To be honest I don't even know why you're reading this. It's not interesting.You're probably so lost right now so let me tell you about me before I go back to her. For if I start talking about her there's no end.
My name is Shelby Brooks. Mom's name Bethany Brooks and Dad John Brooks. We live in a somewhat third world conservative country with a very conservative family. Except my parents though. They're chill. Except them everyone is kinda anti-gay rights and what not. Not their fault tho. It's the environment they were raised in. If a whole country is like that it's kinda hard to not be one of them. So imagine being bisexual in a place like this. Thankfully I'm bisexual and not full on gay. If I was... well... that's another story but it'd probably end with pitch forks and who wants that am I right?
So being in a place like this under circumstances like that I was ready to take pitchforks for her. Let's get onto talking about her. She was the daughter of two university professors and the middle child in the family. She was everything you'd want a person to be. Smart, empathetic, nice and what not. But she was also moody, very easy to piss of, had a bigger ego than earth itself and well yada yada. She had silky long straight hair, very skinny, very tanned, small squinty eyes, Wore glasses. Had braces once but she took it off soon. Over all she was gorgeous in my eyes okay? So gorgeous that I was willing to go through her mood swings and everything despite not being able to have her cause she was straight and all. I was happy to just be by her side.
Now how the things turned and mighty fell was tragic. Part of why I'm writing this.I want to hold onto her, her memory. I want to live in it. Bathe in the joy of it like it was yesterday.
