Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

My name is Angela, or as I've been called, Angelina Ballerina. Ugh. I used to be some girly girl. I used to be a normal girl. I used to be myself. Not when I had a crush on some guy. His name was Maxwell. Maxwell was this cool boy, who was in 8th grade, while I was left in 7th. He was just so- temping. Like when someone tells you, "Don't watch," but you watch anyway. It wasn't like that. I, Angela Indigo, was in love. In love with a total punk, a cool, spiked hair dude. That's how I became cool too. It happened when my friend, Chole, told me that boys don't like girls who are girly. Boys like the cool girls. I came to school the next day, chewing gum, blue strips of dyed hair, and a total serious look, like I was waiting for an answer from my whole class, that I never asked. All for a boy, I changed who I was. My whole class was used to this shy girl. I was told I looked like a punk. Wow. I took it as a compliment. I was all like,
"Your dang right." I was loud, not whispering, but loud. I didn't even know I could do that! I sat on my desks and put my feet up onto the desk. That awkward moment when everyone is looking at you and asking why you're being so odd. I go, 
"Stop looking at me and mind your business." 
They all stare at me and turn around. 
Pretty soon, school was about over. I could see Maxwell. He still didn't seem to notice me! I didn't seem afraid to speak up anymore. I ran over to him. 
"Hey." I said. He squinted.
"Do I know you?" He asked. I smiled. Then I remembered I was cool now. I looked serious now.
"No-yeah- not really," I say.
"So leave me alone." He said.
I crossed my arms.
"Maybe it's time to know me. I'm Angela." I said.
Maxwell crossed his arms too.
"No... Girl leave me be." He said.
Maybe if I had tried as myself... No... Boys never like me, I'm just some Burnett girl with bright blue eyes, nice clothes.... why don't they like me? 
"W-w-wait. Please let me talk." I said. 
He shurgged. 
"If I don't know you, you shouldn't know me. I don't care if some pretty girl comes over to me but you- leave me be." He says.
Wait- so what am I? Not pretty? Not cool? Not anything. Nothing. I was nothing! 
"Yeah." I whisper. I repeat to myself, be cool be cool be cool! Something made me think maybe it wasn't worth changing who I was, for someone who would never even care enough to know my name. I walked away. Ugh. I don't want to like him anymore... Oh but I do! Ugh.... Well... At least I might have a chance. No I don't. But who cares? I'm only 13, I should at least enjoy starring at him. I may need more makeup. That'll do. The next day I looked like a makeup artist made my face look like this... It was my mom. I pushed everyone outta my way and walked over to Maxwell.
"So, how do ya like me now!?" I say. Maxwell squints. 
"Leave me-" he starts, looking over at me. His face turns pink. Was he blushing? 
"Uhh-" He says. I whip my hair.
He smiles. 
"Why are you back?" He asks.
I smiled and then my gum slipped out of my mouth.
"Um." I say as Maxwell watches the gum fall. Ok, that was gross. And embarrassing. Maxwell hands me a piece of gum.
"Chew it weisly. Your not getting another one." He says. Maxwell Higgins being nice? Well for him that's nice, to me!? Woah. I took it, but too bad for me, I was in so much of a daze that I dropped it. Well at least it was in a wrapper. I grab it off the ground. He probably thinks I'm nasty and clumsy now. He laughs.Then stops.
"I'm not giving you another one. I'm gonna be late to class. Not like I care." He says. I nod.
"Y-yeah... I'm fine with this. I gotta go too." I say, running to class. 

To be continued...