Moonlight Requisition
Jane
Everyday it seems as though everything and anything exciting happens to everyone else but me. Nothing cool ever comes my way, boys don’t go out of their way to talk to me unless they are already my friend. People overlook me, even my teachers. I walk through the halls invisible. If I had no friends I think I may go unnoticed altogether. I blame my parents for some of my misfortune. They burdened me with this awful name, Jane. Jane is so boring, plain Jane I guess you could say. Why couldn’t they name me Tallulah or Violet, something interesting, something that would stand out? I can’t act like a Tallulah or a Violet though, because it does not fit ‘Jane’. I am smart but not super smart. I am defiantly not stylish. I have like five friends I have known for forever, no one else knows I am alive. I blend more that your average teenager. Do you see my problem here?
Maybe I am complaining too much, maybe I need to do something different. But I know I never will. Maybe I will step outside my comfort zone, eventually. Maybe I will finally have a boyfriend so I don’t die alone with my forty cats someday eight years from now. I know that I am only sixteen and I have time left. But I feel like I am wasting it.
My face just collided with something hard, and metal.
“Ouch.” I mutter as I quickly snap out of my previous daze. I knew better than to walk down the hall while day dreaming.
I ran into a locker great!
“Hey I am soo sorry.” A cute boy peeks around the open locker.
“You shouldn’t leave that open.”
“But I was looking in it.”
I just looked up into his brown eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He says with an apologetic look on his face.
“It’s fine.” I mutter.
“Your head doesn’t look so fine.”
“Uhm thanks.”
“I mean, it’s bruising, and there is a big bump forming already.” He ran a thumb over my forehead. It tingled when he touched it, so I backed away.
“Yeah, it’s going to be nasty tomorrow.” I said eyeing him, where did he come from. I knew who everyone at this school is. Even though they might not know me.
“Oh, I’m Cooper by the way. I’m new here.” Oh, that explains it.
“I’m Jane.” I said extending my hand for him to shake, even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to touch my skin again.
As soon as our hands touched I felt something. A jolt, but I can’t describe it; it wasn’t a jolt like the kind you get with the butterflies in your stomach, when you like someone. No it was way different, almost, dare I say, eerie.
From the odd look on his face I know he felt it too. Then he quickly dropped my hand.
“Uh, uhm I have, have to get to class.” I stammered, backing away from him.
“Yeah, see you around.” He shut his locker and walked the other way.
“Yah, nice to meet you.” I managed to call out; he probably can’t hear me anymore though.
“You too.” he said, not looking back at me.
I have a feeling that something interesting is going to happen in my boring life, finally.
Maybe I am complaining too much, maybe I need to do something different. But I know I never will. Maybe I will step outside my comfort zone, eventually. Maybe I will finally have a boyfriend so I don’t die alone with my forty cats someday eight years from now. I know that I am only sixteen and I have time left. But I feel like I am wasting it.
My face just collided with something hard, and metal.
“Ouch.” I mutter as I quickly snap out of my previous daze. I knew better than to walk down the hall while day dreaming.
I ran into a locker great!
“Hey I am soo sorry.” A cute boy peeks around the open locker.
“You shouldn’t leave that open.”
“But I was looking in it.”
I just looked up into his brown eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He says with an apologetic look on his face.
“It’s fine.” I mutter.
“Your head doesn’t look so fine.”
“Uhm thanks.”
“I mean, it’s bruising, and there is a big bump forming already.” He ran a thumb over my forehead. It tingled when he touched it, so I backed away.
“Yeah, it’s going to be nasty tomorrow.” I said eyeing him, where did he come from. I knew who everyone at this school is. Even though they might not know me.
“Oh, I’m Cooper by the way. I’m new here.” Oh, that explains it.
“I’m Jane.” I said extending my hand for him to shake, even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to touch my skin again.
As soon as our hands touched I felt something. A jolt, but I can’t describe it; it wasn’t a jolt like the kind you get with the butterflies in your stomach, when you like someone. No it was way different, almost, dare I say, eerie.
From the odd look on his face I know he felt it too. Then he quickly dropped my hand.
“Uh, uhm I have, have to get to class.” I stammered, backing away from him.
“Yeah, see you around.” He shut his locker and walked the other way.
“Yah, nice to meet you.” I managed to call out; he probably can’t hear me anymore though.
“You too.” he said, not looking back at me.
I have a feeling that something interesting is going to happen in my boring life, finally.