Prologue - Don't Do Anything I Would Do
People always tell you your last year of secondary school will be the best yet; people always tell you your last year of secondary school will be the hardest; people always tell you how to cope with the stress of exams, friendships and studying, but, no-one ever tells you how to cope when your hot, new PE teacher – who you have a major crush on – seems to feel the same way about you.
I never intended to become the celebrity of Year 13, yet somehow it happened anyway. I was supposed to fade into the background with Kayla and Will, like always, and just focus on my studies, get good grades and end up at a decent university where my life could finally start without my parents around to nosy in on every detail of my life. Of course, as is usual the universe had much bigger and more stressful plans for me that turned my life around in ways you only see in teen movies. My life became one big real-life blockbuster event complete with drama, love, betrayal, jealousy, surprises and probably most obviously secrets being exposed.
I won’t tell you which secrets now, you can find out for yourselves when you trudge through my story in a minute – if you like that sort of thing. Maybe you’ll get through the first few pages and realise this isn’t the story for you. Hell, I didn’t think it would be the story for me either and I had live through the bloody thing. So, if you feel the need to go find a much more interesting book to read because I get that teenage drama isn’t everyone’s cup of tea – mostly because it is full of overdramatic teenagers complaining about every single little thing, like they could control it all a lot better if they were allowed behind the wheel (morons!) – then go for it. I certainly won’t stop you. Mainly because I don’t know who or where you are, so I couldn’t tackle you to the ground and force my story in your face even if I wanted to. Which I don’t, by the way – in case you needed that cleared up.
Anyway, if you want to stick around and read through my traumatic last year at Hillcombe High, then enjoy the journey. It’s not exactly a secret from anyone anymore. In the meantime, I will be spending my summer holidays locked away; armed with biscuits, chocolate and fizzy drinks, trying to forget the whole thing ever happened – well, almost. There is one thing I can’t forget about, nor do I want to, but you’ll find out about that soon enough.
Please enjoy my troubles, turmoil and downright stupid decision-making skills, because honestly, some one might as well get a kick out of it. If that’s you, have fun; if not, then have fun doing something else like, I don’t know, watching TV; playing video games; finishing that coursework that’s due tomorrow – you know, normal teen stuff.
Unless you are way over that then, get to work and do something useful! I’m just kidding – I don’t give a damn what you do, to be perfectly honest. And I’m sure deep down, you probably don’t care what I am doing right now, but it’s too late for that I guess, because I decided to tell you anyway. If you made it this far into my introduction that is. If you did, then I’m impressed. Well done. Good for you.
Any chance that sounded less sarcastic than it did in my head? No? Okay... didn’t think so.
Well, on that note, I guess I should go now – you know there’s an empty bed calling my name and that. Have fun and don’t do anything I would do.
Seriously, just don’t.
It won’t end well.
For anyone.
However, if you want everyone in your school to know your name; for all the wrong reasons, then be my guest. I hope you enjoy it a lot more than I did.
But, if you value my opinion at all (because we all value the opinions of strangers at some point in our existence, right?) then get on with your usual mundane lives (unless you’re rich then maybe it’s not so boring) and wait until you are out in the open world to make all your stupid decisions. I don’t recommend doing it while still living with your parents though.
Well, actually, I don’t recommend it at all, but you can’t have your cake and eat it too, as they say. I think, I used that right. Too late now, if not, I guess.
Okay, now I really am going.
Laters!
Lucy
