Forgotten ch1

It's been three years. Three long years since I've seen her face. I still remember her. Long wavy black hair, hazel eyes, pale complection, and an amazing yet rarely used smile. She was the opposite of me, but still part of me. I have golden brown hair that's straight and goes to my shoulders, ugly brown eyes with deep purple and black marks under them from lack of sleep, and an extremely almost deathly pale complection. 1

We were total opposites. She loved parties and crowds. She liked being the center of them ,too. I hated parties and crowds teriffied me. I couldn't stand to be the center of attention. It was almost as bad as not being noticed at all. 2

I still remember every detail, every word, everything that happened then. I'm amazed I remember it all. But, then again I wrote most of it in my journal. No not a diary, a journal. It was one of those camo black and white compistion ones. 3

Well, guess I should start from the beginning. Might make it a little simpler to remember and explain. 4

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It was my 15th birthday. A day I had been dreading ever since I had turned 14. I was now going to be expected to participate in school activities, just like my sister. My sister was perfect in every way. She was popular, gorgeous, sweet,gentle, and was no pushover. I, on the other hand, was a freak, ugly, quiet, antisocial,a pushover, and teriffied of everything. 6

What could be worse? I thought nothing ,but I was so wrong. It started out like any other day, the alarm beeping and driving me insane. I picked it up and chucked it against the wall trying to shut the damn thing up. After finally rolling over to see that I had put a nice sized dent in the wall I groaned and sat up. It was to early to be up, 5:30 in the morning. It was horrible. School started at 7:45 but I got on the bus at 6:30. 7

After rubbing my eyes for a minute or two, I grabbed a pair of tight tripp jeans, a Gir shirt, my Converse, some sock's, and my favorite eyeliner. I groaned as I started my daily task of getting ready for school. Hadn't anyone ever heard of beauty sleep?
I sure as hell needed it, but I was sure that no matter how much I slept I wouldn't get any prettier. 8

It was about 6 by the time I finally finised getting ready. Long enough to sleep some more right? I laid back down on my floor and fell into a deep dream filled sleep. In my dream I was in a small room. The walls were moving closre and then they began crushing me. I could have ended all the pain with the gun I had, I choose not to. the pain had been my escape from reality. I missed it so much. 9

"Oh my god faggot get up!" screeched my bitchy sister. 10

I quickly jumped up and looked at the time. Shit! 6:28. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and made it outside just intime for the bus. The chick that was driving it gave me a quick nod and turned on the radio. 104.1. Belgh. 11

It was the same usual route except, we had another stop. I watched closely as the girl got on. She was gorgeous. In less than 5 minutes I also learned her name, Sam. She sat in front of me and I watched her closely hoping she wouldn't notice. Maybe if I was lucky she'd talk to me. 12

After about a week at the school she became popular, and I became a watcher. That's what we call kids who stare or watch and want to be with someone that is popular. She eventually noticed me watching her though. I was stupid, naive, and creepy. She was amazing, sweet, and beautiful. there was no way she'd be with me, right?13

"Um, Why are oyu ALWAYS watching me?" I heard her ask.
I blushed and looked down. It really wasn't in my place to reply.
She noticed and put her hand under my chin and lifted it so I had to face her.
"Now answer me."
I blushed even more and replied " You're georgous."
She grinned and replied "Really?"
I nodded then looked back down ashamed. If she told her friends like I expected her to, I would be in deep shit. I watched her as she walked away. She was so stunning and amazing, yet completely different.