A few months ago, I lead a simple life and I was happy as larry. I didn´t have a care in the world (that´s not strictly true because I would sometimes worry about missing a TV show). But anyway, you get the picture. So what exactly could have made my life turn from a relaxing haven to a manic road full of traffic, with loads of side streets and no map. At least that´s what it feels like.
The answer is simple. The school I used to go to, was a cute little building nestled in the mountains, surrounded by palm trees with beautiful views of the mountains, and the sea.... I know that doesn´t necessarily mean it was a good school. But take it from me, it was. Me and my (disastrous) classmates (who have already wreaked havoc at our new school) were really lucky and privileged to go there. On top of it all, it´s one of the only primary schools that keeps children up to thirteen. But of course, this year, we were all collectively moving on. It was going to be somewhere new, exiting, where we could meet lots of new people (spending your entire life with the same lot of people does have it´s consequences)... But I mean, it was only a quarter of an hour down the road!
So, at the start of the new semester I woke up extra early (we all have to be at the bus stop at seven thirty), preened and pruned, picked out a "cool" outfit and arrived at the bus stop smelling of a large amount of perfume. In actual fact, I won´t go into that story because I still haven´t even begun the one I´m supposed to be telling you. All you need to know, is that no one turned up and it was all because I hadn´t heard that on the first day you didn´t go until twelve o´clock, and I was really annoyed, bla bla bla...
So, back to my road packed full of traffic. I realised from the moment I arrived at my new high school, that things were a lot different there. "We´re not in Kansas anymore" as Dorothy would have said.
I really enjoyed getting to know new people and soon enough I had a group of friends and everything seemed to be going so well... But of course, that was the first week. Everyone was just weighing the new ones up. The second week was a different story. And I can sum it up in one word: boys. And lots of them, everywhere I look.
Yep, I started getting quite some attention. At first it was just one or two. But now, as the weeks have gone by, I´m just bombarded constantly with cheesy little lines of "Wanna go out with me?" or "Is it me, or is it really hot in here?" I know, I know, how terrible is that?! So yeah, at the moment things are pretty worrying. I mean, is it possible that in two or three weeks I´ve learnt more life lessons than in the whole rest of my life? And I´m not exaggerating when I say that at least two boys a day ask me out.
The thing is, what do I do? This has got to stop. And I know what I´ve gotta do. There´s only one thing for it, I NEED a boyfriend now!!! That´ll make them all go away, the whole lot of ´em!
So, why not not go out with one? you´re thinking. Okay, so this week I´ve already been out with two. But each time I get to the accorded place I think, "Oh god! He´s not as good-looking as I thought. In fact, he´s ugly!" or "What is he wearing???" or "Why has he got a flower on his motorbike?". And then I have to spend an hour pretending to have fun or chatting with them.
The thing is, I already like someone. Like as in really like like. You know what I mean, right? It´s just that I didn´t want to use love because I think that´s a tad too serious. It´s more like a crush. This very cute blonde guy on the football team. (By the way, I don´t usually go for footballers)
Does he like me? Apparently. Or at least that´s what they said when we met properly at a party (I´d already been eyeing him at school!). But it isn´t as simple. He´s only new round here, and just getting up onto his feet (not literally). And on top of it all he´s very shy. Which makes him even more adorable. But so am I which = no chance unless it´s a miracle. Which is sad, I really like him. But I will stick to my principle that the boy has to ask me out, not vice versa. So, I guess I´ll just have to put up with the whole palaver, at least until, well, you know...
I desperately need a map to guide me through these dark and difficult times. (Sigh) What is a girl to do??? You tell me!
The answer is simple. The school I used to go to, was a cute little building nestled in the mountains, surrounded by palm trees with beautiful views of the mountains, and the sea.... I know that doesn´t necessarily mean it was a good school. But take it from me, it was. Me and my (disastrous) classmates (who have already wreaked havoc at our new school) were really lucky and privileged to go there. On top of it all, it´s one of the only primary schools that keeps children up to thirteen. But of course, this year, we were all collectively moving on. It was going to be somewhere new, exiting, where we could meet lots of new people (spending your entire life with the same lot of people does have it´s consequences)... But I mean, it was only a quarter of an hour down the road!
So, at the start of the new semester I woke up extra early (we all have to be at the bus stop at seven thirty), preened and pruned, picked out a "cool" outfit and arrived at the bus stop smelling of a large amount of perfume. In actual fact, I won´t go into that story because I still haven´t even begun the one I´m supposed to be telling you. All you need to know, is that no one turned up and it was all because I hadn´t heard that on the first day you didn´t go until twelve o´clock, and I was really annoyed, bla bla bla...
So, back to my road packed full of traffic. I realised from the moment I arrived at my new high school, that things were a lot different there. "We´re not in Kansas anymore" as Dorothy would have said.
I really enjoyed getting to know new people and soon enough I had a group of friends and everything seemed to be going so well... But of course, that was the first week. Everyone was just weighing the new ones up. The second week was a different story. And I can sum it up in one word: boys. And lots of them, everywhere I look.
Yep, I started getting quite some attention. At first it was just one or two. But now, as the weeks have gone by, I´m just bombarded constantly with cheesy little lines of "Wanna go out with me?" or "Is it me, or is it really hot in here?" I know, I know, how terrible is that?! So yeah, at the moment things are pretty worrying. I mean, is it possible that in two or three weeks I´ve learnt more life lessons than in the whole rest of my life? And I´m not exaggerating when I say that at least two boys a day ask me out.
The thing is, what do I do? This has got to stop. And I know what I´ve gotta do. There´s only one thing for it, I NEED a boyfriend now!!! That´ll make them all go away, the whole lot of ´em!
So, why not not go out with one? you´re thinking. Okay, so this week I´ve already been out with two. But each time I get to the accorded place I think, "Oh god! He´s not as good-looking as I thought. In fact, he´s ugly!" or "What is he wearing???" or "Why has he got a flower on his motorbike?". And then I have to spend an hour pretending to have fun or chatting with them.
The thing is, I already like someone. Like as in really like like. You know what I mean, right? It´s just that I didn´t want to use love because I think that´s a tad too serious. It´s more like a crush. This very cute blonde guy on the football team. (By the way, I don´t usually go for footballers)
Does he like me? Apparently. Or at least that´s what they said when we met properly at a party (I´d already been eyeing him at school!). But it isn´t as simple. He´s only new round here, and just getting up onto his feet (not literally). And on top of it all he´s very shy. Which makes him even more adorable. But so am I which = no chance unless it´s a miracle. Which is sad, I really like him. But I will stick to my principle that the boy has to ask me out, not vice versa. So, I guess I´ll just have to put up with the whole palaver, at least until, well, you know...
I desperately need a map to guide me through these dark and difficult times. (Sigh) What is a girl to do??? You tell me!
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