Post by | Smudge | on Mar 26, 2009 1:01:04 GMT -5
[Aubree Day] <<Clickclick
I heaved a sigh as i gently slid my 3/8 of the way finished yearbook pages out of my carefully organized yearbook binder. I flipped past several labeled sections of the yearbook i had already done, each pocketed in it's own labeled section of the binder.
Spring Fling Queen & King. Flip. Polar Bears Cheer Squad Captain. Flip. Favorite Teacher. Flip. School Spirit Day. Flip.
Just as i was about to turn the page and leave the Cutest Couples page unlooked at, i paused. At the top, there was some girl named Halli Davison and Georg Horton hugging. Next to them, a blonde girl and a black-haired emo-looking guy. Under them, a photo of some brunette girl and some cute football player holding her in his arms (groom carrying the bride-style). And next to them, there was a photograph of me, smiling and pecking my ex, Sam's, cheek.
I heaved a sigh and flipped angrily past it. All guys were jerks. Especially Sam. Every guy i had dated at this school was. No one was nice. Nice like....me! All i wanted was one good guy. As if i thought angrily. As if the world was cool enough to make a cute, decent, nice guy waltz right through the glass double doors across the room. As if.
I heaved a sigh as i gently slid my 3/8 of the way finished yearbook pages out of my carefully organized yearbook binder. I flipped past several labeled sections of the yearbook i had already done, each pocketed in it's own labeled section of the binder.
Spring Fling Queen & King. Flip. Polar Bears Cheer Squad Captain. Flip. Favorite Teacher. Flip. School Spirit Day. Flip.
Just as i was about to turn the page and leave the Cutest Couples page unlooked at, i paused. At the top, there was some girl named Halli Davison and Georg Horton hugging. Next to them, a blonde girl and a black-haired emo-looking guy. Under them, a photo of some brunette girl and some cute football player holding her in his arms (groom carrying the bride-style). And next to them, there was a photograph of me, smiling and pecking my ex, Sam's, cheek.
I heaved a sigh and flipped angrily past it. All guys were jerks. Especially Sam. Every guy i had dated at this school was. No one was nice. Nice like....me! All i wanted was one good guy. As if i thought angrily. As if the world was cool enough to make a cute, decent, nice guy waltz right through the glass double doors across the room. As if.
