Bloom

My fingers glide through each page almost faster then I can read them. I'm so overloaded with emotions I need to read what's going to happen. She kisses him the, "Wrong" boy for her. I want to scream, laugh, and cry all at the same time. Goosebumps rise throughout my body. My breath quickens, the more I need her to kiss him. My eyes water at the pure thought of how extatic she is. This girl who has never felt love because her mother abandoned he, her father is never home, she is an only child, and her friends don't realize the real truth of it all. Until this kiss. As I study the page my mind races.
My father died, I am an only child, a lot of the time my friends never know, so where is my kiss? These books are so amazing but then so annoying. Every book I read gives me false hope. False advertising somewhat. They introduce a girl similar to me that meets a mysterious boy falls in love has one fight but still ends up with love. It's sickening.
I do everything these girls do. I'm quirky like them, shy like them, I even think like them and I'm still waiting for Brad Pitt with a paper bag lunch to walk through period three.
A lot of people say it exhists but you just look in all the wrong places. Bull. Some people are just the lucky ones, the exception to the rule. And have you ever seen the exceptions? Skinny, gorgeous, and perfect. The right girl, the girl every high school boy lusts over. Can't society mix it up a bit, and give all the plain jane girls like me a chance?
It's hard writing in a blog what exact emotion I'm talking about. Not even a poem of mine would sum it up, but what do they even sum up lately anyways?
I guess what I'm trying to say is keep reading about all of these girls and maybe you will turn into one.