know that moment when your heart stops?
No, I’m not talking about death.
I’m talking about when butterflies inhabit your stomach, and your
breathing is cut short, and you have no idea how anyone could get over this
feeling. You know, the moment when you
fall in love. Though, as a junior in
high school, I would have thought of the latter as well.
Let me make this clear. This story, my story, is not going to be some tell-all, slutty confession that will make you want to cover your eyes. There are too many of those out there. This also isn’t going to be some truth telling diary that anyone over the age of twelve is going to roll their eyes at. Okay, there might be a few part where you roll your eyes. After all, I am in high school. This story is simply going to be me relating you the events of my junior year as high school. It really could be anyone’s junior year, so bear with me if it starts to sound like your life as well.
I would be lying if I said this story won’t contain some of the following: sword fights, daring quests for missing jewels, a princess in a high away tower, a knight in shining armor waiting at the end. Okay, so maybe I’d be lying if I told you any of those things will be in the story. Still, it got your attention, didn’t it? Now we can move on. What is going to be in the story might surprise, or even shock you. You may wish that I had never chosen to write any of my life story down, and that you never chose to read it. Maybe not that far again. The point I’m trying to relay is that everything in this story is 100% true. I’m not sugar coating it for your sakes. So when I say something happened, you had better believe that it did.
Now that we got that out of the way, let’s move on, shall we? Do you want me to spill on of my secrets? Not that it’s really a secret. Everyone at my school already knows. It would be hard not to. Alright, here it goes.
I’m not one of those types of girls, but it’s true, he did have a girlfriend. Wait. I don’t want one of your first impressions of me to be as some girl whose life revolves around some boy, even though they’re taken. First impressions are always important.
There you have it. The first of many secrets I will be sharing with you. Juicy, isn’t it? My friend thought so too. Trust me when I tell you that if my friends Clare ever thinks something is juicy, or scandalous, or clandestine, it probably is. Those are all words she used to describe my crush on him after I told her.
Let me set the scene, so that when we jump to the next one, you aren’t totally lost. Here, is my lovely hometown of Wisconsin, the population is enough to consider it a full sized town. There are, I think, five area high school- two public and three private. I go to the co-ed private high school. The one someone would never imagine a ‘scandalous’ story like mine taking place. Maybe, if I had gone to public school, there would have been more people doing crazy stuff, not just me. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so shocking to the rest of the student body.
Anyways, the summer had just ended and school was upon us. Back-to-school commercials were playing constantly on the television at an alarming rate. The summer had been great, but, like everything, nothing can ever stay perfect. School started in what seemed to be the middle of the hottest month of the entire year, August. Here we were, lugging our backpacks full of book we would never end up using to the lockers no one would end up locking. Up the five flights of stairs that consisted of St. Benedicts Catholic High School. No one in the student body looked ready for school, including me and Clare.
As juniors, we didn’t get any special privileges. Just the ability to go the prom at the end of the year. But more on that later. It was the seniors who got all the special perks, like leaving campus if they didn’t have any classes, or skipping homeroom at the end of the day. Juniors got nothing. What we did get was teachers who already knew us and gave homework on the first day of high school.
Now I’m afraid that I’ve said too much. The prologue is meant to introduce something to the reader. I’ve just babbled for most of it. Here’s what I still need to tell you. Not everything people say about me is true. Most things probably are, but not all. Just remember that. But I don’t want to give too much away. So please, just pretend that I haven’t said anything yet, and we’ll get along just fine.