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I am an idiot. Right now my friends are at honors night, and I am sitting home eatting buttery popcorn which only has a million trans fats. I never wanted it to be this way. I know I’m not stupid. I take classes that fry my freaking brain. I try hard and get A’s. It was my freshmen year that screwed me over. I’ve never been a math person. My mother signed me up for Alg. II w/o my consent, and I failed the class. I retook it my sophmore year, and took Geometry to double up. I’ve just finished up Trig with an 88, and have decided to skip Calculus for College Algebra. I can succeed in Trig, but I can’t go to Honors Night, because I don’t have an A average(GPA). Shoot me in the face. I have an 88.678? I will graduate with honors, however. It’s just that I feel so dumb and useless.

My next door neighbor, “Gary”, has been taking me to school in the morning ever since I got in my wreck. He’s a senior and has been accepted to a university out of state. I fear that he looks down on me for not being an honors’ student, and I want so much to be worthy in his eyes.I like that he’s calm, cool, and collected. I like that he has dark black hair and woody brown eyes. He tends to wear polo’s and t-shirts on his bony bod. Looking into his eyes is like riding on camels in a caravan on a cool dark Egyptian night. Last Wednesday morning when I got out of the car he mumbled something along the lines of seeing me afterschool. I looked up unexpectedly for we had barely shared a word in the car. I had been catching some zzzs, and he was mostly silent excluding the remarks of the weather and how Bob Marley is like a religion. But anyway, I looked at his face, and it seemed worried, hurt, or depressed. I don’t know, but I wanted to make him feel better. Maybe it was just my imagination, but he seemed very troubled. I searched his eyes, and noticed that a grey cloud that had descended upon his face. He is a torment to me. Little Gary, his brother, holds nothing on him. Neither do the heavens or the stars. He is brilliant in all of his reeking nerdiness, and I adore him for what he is.

I just wish I could tell if he ever thought more of me than his bad driving neighbor who obnoxiously leaves him CDs and such with her amazing giggly friends. It depresses me a lot to know that he is leaving, and to know that he can’t wait to go off to AU. Years later his name will probably catch my eye in the Wedding announcements, and I’ll wish for chances I never had.

You see I wish he liked me, and if he liked me I wish he would romance me. I wish I was included in his future, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this before.

Ob-la-di. Right now my friends are at honors night, and I am sitting home eatting buttery popcorn which only has a million trans fats. I never wanted it to be this way. I know I’m not stupid. I take classes that fry my freaking brain. I try hard and get A’s. It was my freshmen year that screwed me over. I’ve never been a math person. My mother signed me up for Alg. II w/o my consent, and I failed the class. I retook it my sophmore year, and took Geometry to double up. I’ve just finished up Trig with an 88, and have decided to skip Calculus for College Algebra. I can succeed in Trig, but I can’t go to Honors Night, because I don’t have an A average(GPA). Shoot me in the face. I have an 88.678? I will graduate with honors, however. It’s just that I feel so dumb and useless.

My next door neighbor, “Gary”, has been taking me to school in the morning ever since I got in my wreck. He’s a senior and has been accepted to a university out of state. I fear that he looks down on me for not being an honors’ student, and I want so much to be worthy in his eyes.I like that he’s calm, cool, and collected. I like that he has dark black hair and woody brown eyes. He tends to wear polo’s and t-shirts on his bony bod. Looking into his eyes is like riding on camels in a caravan on a cool dark Egyptian night. Last Wednesday morning when I got out of the car he mumbled something along the lines of seeing me afterschool. I looked up unexpectedly for we had barely shared a word in the car. I had been catching some zzzs, and he was mostly silent excluding the remarks of the weather and how Bob Marley is like a religion. But anyway, I looked at his face, and it seemed worried, hurt, or depressed. I don’t know, but I wanted to make him feel better. Maybe it was just my imagination, but he seemed very troubled. I searched his eyes, and noticed that a grey cloud that had descended upon his face. He is a torment to me. Little Gary, his brother, holds nothing on him. Neither do the heavens or the stars. He is brilliant in all of his reeking nerdiness, and I adore him for what he is.

I just wish I could tell if he ever thought more of me than his bad driving neighbor who obnoxiously leaves him CDs and such with her amazing giggly friends. It depresses me a lot to know that he is leaving, and to know that he can’t wait to go off to AU. Years later his name will probably catch my eye in the Wedding announcements, and I’ll wish for chances I never had.

You see I wish he liked me, and if he liked me I wish he would romance me. I wish I was included in his future, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this before.

Ob-la-di. Right now my friends are at honors night, and I am sitting home eatting buttery popcorn which only has a million trans fats. I never wanted it to be this way. I know I’m not stupid. I take classes that fry my freaking brain. I try hard and get A’s. It was my freshmen year that screwed me over. I’ve never been a math person. My mother signed me up for Alg. II w/o my consent, and I failed the class. I retook it my sophmore year, and took Geometry to double up. I’ve just finished up Trig with an 88, and have decided to skip Calculus for College Algebra. I can succeed in Trig, but I can’t go to Honors Night, because I don’t have an A average (GPA). Shoot me in the face. I have an 88.678? I will graduate with honors, however. It’s just that I feel so dumb and useless.

My next door neighbor, “Gary”, has been taking me to school in the morning ever since I got in my wreck. He’s a senior and has been accepted to a university out of state. I fear that he looks down on me for not being an honors’ student, and I want so much to be worthy in his eyes.I like that he’s calm, cool, and collected. I like that he has dark black hair and woody brown eyes. He tends to wear polo’s and t-shirts on his bony bod. Looking into his eyes is like riding on camels in a caravan on a cool dark Egyptian night. Last Wednesday morning when I got out of the car he mumbled something along the lines of seeing me afterschool. I looked up unexpectedly for we had barely shared a word in the car. I had been catching some zzzs, and he was mostly silent excluding the remarks of the weather and how Bob Marley is like a religion. But anyway, I looked at his face, and it seemed worried, hurt, or depressed. I don’t know, but I wanted to make him feel better. Maybe it was just my imagination, but he seemed very troubled. I searched his eyes, and noticed that a grey cloud that had descended upon his face. He is a torment to me. Little Gary, his brother, holds nothing on him. Neither do the heavens or the stars. He is brilliant in all of his reeking nerdiness, and I adore him for what he is.

I just wish I could tell if he ever thought more of me than his bad driving neighbor who obnoxiously leaves him CDs and such with her amazing giggly friends. It depresses me a lot to know that he is leaving, and to know that he can’t wait to go off to AU. Years later his name will probably catch my eye in the Wedding announcements, and I’ll wish for chances I never had.

You see I wish he liked me, and if he liked me I wish he would romance me. I wish I was included in his future, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this before.

We met at a mutual friend of our parents’ house. The lady invited us over thinking it might be fun to introduce us, and to torture me with watching her stinking babies while I made a new acquaintance. Afterwards, we exchanged messages on facebook and swapped CDs. He invited me to his senior piano recital last week. He’s really talented. Why must he ignore me in the car? Why must he ignore me at school? He sat at my table at the writing fair luncheon today, and only managed to be horribly obnoxious with his arrogant Asian friend.