(This story is partially based of the song "Little Miss Perfect" By Taylor Louderman)
|This is my worst nightmare. Everything is going wrong. I don't even know what to do anymore. A few weeks ago, something big happened. My name is Savannah Taylor. I live in Bakersfield California and this is the story of how my life changed forever. I'm a senior in high school and I used to rule the school. I was the perfect girl. I had straight A's, the perfect boyfriend, I was head of the student council, I had full scholarships lined up for top of the line schools, and the whole school practically worshiped me. That all changed at the beginning of this school year. That's when I met her. Kaylee Hudson. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And we were friends. I started hanging out with Kaylee a lot and eventually my boyfriend broke up with me because I wasn't making enough time for him. I didn't really care that he broke up with me because the truth is that I don't feel the same way about him as I used to. When I was with Kaylee I felt something. Something I had never felt before. Something amazing. I didn't really know what it was but I didn't want to lose it so we became best friends. |
Months passed and I started realizing that I thought of Kaylee as more than a friend. I was afraid to say anything because maybe I was wrong about my feelings and it's all just some huge misunderstanding in my brain. Or maybe I tell her and she doesn't feel the same about me. Maybe she tells the whole school and they don't worship me anymore. No. I can't tell her. More time passes and I keep quiet about my feelings. Being careful not to let anyone find out. It's starting to get harder and harder for me to ignore. One night she stayed over at my house, we laughed and drank, and ordered food. Something about her drew me in. But I resist. I can't let this happen. As the minutes go by they feel like seconds. I don't know how much longer I can resist. Everything she does turns me on. She takes a sip, I bite my lip. She tells a joke, I nearly choke. She braids my hair, I sit there blacking out for the first time. The next thing I know I can't hold back anymore. I finally kissed her and it feels good. I pull back and she looks confused. I focus my attention behind her and see a face in my window. My brain starts to go crazy. I'll lose my status. I'm not little miss perfect anymore.
A couple days later Kaylee comes to my house and asks to speak with me. She tells me she doesn't feel that way about me and that she doesn't think we should be friends anymore because she thinks it will be too awkward between us. People stopped talking to me at school. I got kicked off the student council. After a little while, my parents found out. They kicked me out, said I couldn't live with them anymore. My grades started suffering and all the scholarships I had lined up didn't want me anymore. Who would want me? I'm a mess now. I don't have anything. I'm living in my car and I don't have any money. My life couldn't be more different than what it used to be. Then I decided that I wasn't going to feel sorry for myself. I was going to turn my life around. That starts with getting a job. I started applying everywhere but I never got a response. Just as I was about to give up I got a phone call. They want me, they actually want me. I was going to work at a diner. It isn't the best job ever, but it's something. I fit in with my co-workers and they accepted me for who I was. I started making friends fast and soon I had a place to stay. I met this really cool girl named Bianca, and we started dating. I really like her, and I'm not afraid to tell her things. She made me see that liking girls isn't something I should be ashamed of. Life was really starting to turn around for me. I even started applying to colleges again, and got accepted into Ohio state with a partial scholarship and with the money I had saved I could afford to go! I am very surprised how my life turned out. This isn't a nightmare anymore. This is a daydream.
This story was part of a writing prompt
"Start or end a story with this is my worst nightmare"