Hello everyone..! This is a true story based on my life...
Im not gna write the entire thing bcuz it takes alot ov time n i dun wanna bore u lot. so if u like it thn let me know n i'll post the rest of it too.__________________________________________________________
Hey guys. My name is Kestral Nadine Stevens and I'm in love (need I say more?) and this is my story.....
Everybody wants to be loved right? Everybody, or should I say every girl, wants a guy who she can go to in her tracks, her hair a mess and her mascara streaming down her face, and the first thing he says to her is, "Baby you're beautiful"...a guy who calls her beautiful instead of hot, who rings her back when she hangs up and cherishes the little things she says and does.
Similarly I wanted what every girl wants, what every girl dreams and what every girl thinks about when she is sitting in her garden with a cup of hot chocolate watching the breathtaking sunset complete with shades of red, violet and orange etc. or when she is sitting on her balcony on a rainy day listening to sweet heart touching songs......to love and to be loved....
It sounds like a once-upon-a-time story doesn't it? Well let me tell you...once upon a time can happen anytime...
It was 15th August, the first day of school. It was a blur, a stressful, surreal blur. I felt as if I had entered a black hole of depression without an exit. The more I got to know my class fellows, the more depressed I became. There was just one nice guy, Tom, the rest were just so miserable, mundane and boring! But I can't really blame them for acting that way since I was the 'new girl'. I distinctly remember I was wearing an artificial smile the whole day. You know, the type you come across when someone is 'trying' to laugh at something not even approaching the5 mile radius of funny. It was hell!
I was furious at my parents for enrolling me in this excuse of a school.
But then as a ray of hope amidst the circling darkness came the Mathematics class. You're probably wondering, what's so great about the math class? What's so exciting about it? Well, for starters, it was the only thing that stopped me from throwing a tantrum and breaking things in front of my parents as assign of immense resentment and disappointment.
After the usual introduction with the teacher, I prepared myself for the lecture. Let me add to this my intense dislike for those 'introductions'. I feel like an over inflated balloon about to burst when every teacher says "Oh! We have a new face with us! What's your name, my dear?" Oh how I hate it!
Just then I heard a voice from the door that completely diverted my attention.
"Ma'am, may I come in?" asked the voice politely.
When he came in it was just A-mazing! The rest was just…'oh my gosh!"
Till that time I had always had a picture of my ideal guy in my head but I never really knew how to draw that picture with words on a paper. And now there he was right in front of me…
He looked spectacular. He was exactly how I had imagined my ideal guy…
His eyes were so dreamy that I couldn't stand them but whenever I looked into them, they made me feel safe and secure, as if a shield surrounded me and wouldn't let anything do me any harm. His smile was warm and wonderful in addition to the best I had ever seen. His sense of dressing matched perfectly too: a total skater boy with a killer wardrobe with designer labels like Von Dutch, Adidas, and Nike etc. He looked exceptionally good at athletics and studies. He was tall and had the makings of a rebel. He looked musically inclined too.
What I'm trying to say is that everything single, minute detail matched perfectly to the dot. I mean how often does that happen?
The very air around him was intoxicating. I might sound really perky, weird, lame, stupid etc, but it felt as if we connected, you know, like we had a bond or something. I know, I know, I know….that's crazy!
There was something in his voice…it possessed a magnetic appeal. I loved his accent by the way. The way he walked was like a rebel ….for some reason that really caught my eye.
His hair was all messy and stuff…exactly the way I liked it.
In my eyes there was one word for him…'PERFECT'!!!
I have to say those were the best 40 minutes of my life.
He laughed at every comment I passed. His laugh was extremely adorable and made me go insanely mad! I loved it! I loved everything about him!
It was really difficult to try and concentrate on the lesson because my mind kept bringing forth the first glimpse I had had of him.
When the bell rang indicating the end of the lesson my heart sank. I was so sad! That had been the best math lesson of my entire life! It was awesome but there was just one problem…I had no idea what his name was..!
