Most
girls have the same dream...To find that one prince charming we all read about in
the fairytale's when we were little. To all those girls, wake the
hell up; he doesn't exist. Seriously, some girls need to get it together. If they
keep waiting for "their prince" they're going to die alone (Or with 72 cats).Why do we expect men to be perfect, when
we are just as imperfect--and sometimes even worse? Even though we will not
find the perfect man, we can certainly find our perfect match.
I've
always known us women can’t ask much of men (This may sound feminist, but they
can't deny it). But I never thought I would come across such abhorrences,
such men that are better defined as low-lives--as my grandfather used to say--or bluntly, A-holes (I hope I don't get points off for writing that). Anyway,
growing up it shocked me that there would be so many around me. Naturally, I
eventually developed feelings for some of them. I wouldn’t exactly call it
love, but it was something of that nature. Most of them, in their quest to take
advantage of me, (Which I would like to clarify was not successful) they slowly broke my spirits--and
my heart--with their actions. Most boys at this age have little to no
values at all. They don’t seem to care if they hurt the girl they lied to, took
advantage of, humiliated, and then threw out like a piece of garbage. Of course,
I’m glad to say there are exceptions. Though you might think I’m too young to
know what love is, I believe I may have gotten a glimpse of it at this young
age. It was a shock, really. I have beaten all the odds you could ever imagine.
What would a 22 year old boy—or man, in this case—possibly want with me? A
question not only I made myself, but my parents as well. Surprisingly it’s not
what you’re thinking. Through the course of a year he proved his intentions
were pure, and I’m glad they were. My parents learned to accept him, and as of
right now we’re both very happy. We’re more like best friends, really. Some
might think otherwise when they know his age, but I don’t care. Age is a
superficial matter when you come to think of it. The most important thing—along
with maturity and respect—is the existence of true and pure love between the
two. Despite my age, I believe I am amongst the lucky few who have truly
obtained it.
When it was finally
time, we walked on over to the auditorium. We both sat down and waited. After
they gave out the first awards (Those lousy certificates they give out to
everyone for participating), they started to give out the “special” awards. I didn’t
think we would get anything in this category, but we did. They gave me a small Beaker-shaped
trophy with my name on it for having an original title on our project. It was a
pleasant surprise, although I thought we were going to receive an award for our
display’s design, rather than the title. It doesn’t matter though, at least we
got something. When they started go give out the big prizes, I squeezed Agatha’s
hand—well, more like her whole arm. Our category must have been the fourth or fifth
to be announced, and as they gave out the fourth, then the third…and the second
place my heart raced. When they finally gave out the first place it was a big disappointment.
We didn’t even get a lousy fourth place trophy! I was mad. All of the judges
complemented us while we were being evaluated, so we thought we had a chance.
Our teacher said it was a great idea and that it had potential, but that the
competition in our category was tough. As the ceremony ended we both got up—disappointed—only
to hear our name’s on the loud speakers. We were going to regionals. I have
never been so confused in my life. Apparently our project was good, and we have
the grade (90+) to go to regionals. I guess the competition was really tight
and that’s why we didn’t get a big shinny trophy. I still want one of those. Oh
well, at least we have another chance to win, and this time were putting up a
fight. I will have that trophy!
The first character in the story I call life, we'll call "A." She was an odd one when I first met her, but I came to like her later on. We became best friends as fast as I can remember things... Which judging on how bad my memory is, was a long process. We eventually became really close, all three of us. When I say three, I mean "A", myself, and our second character who I will call "B." We were like the three musketeers wandering through life together. Every day it seemed we spent every second of the day together. There were a few more girls in our group, maybe two or three more, but none of them are worth mentioning. I thought I had found all the people I needed in my life...but was I wrong. Years passed and as more and more of my friends changed schools, eventually I was down to two, two true friends--or so I thought. As we grew up we started noticing how different we were. "A" was more like me, we could relate a little better. "B" on the other hand, was a grumpy, independent little girl, and she still is today. Naturally problems started to arise, which forced me to end the relationship with both "A" and "B". These problems were a bit more complicated than just plain gossiping. It involved my parents as well... I felt I had been lied to all these years. And to make matters worse, I was alone. A few months after all this, I found out "A" had moved away... to another country. Forever. At that moment I could only wish I had spent her last days in Puerto Rico with her. "B" is still roaming around the school and I sometimes have short, meaningless conversations with her...but nothing more. I remained alone until this year, having a very limited amount of shallow friendships. Somehow I survived, and I slowly developed two new friendships which I can only brag about. Come to think of it...Its my own fault. I can only blame myself for being so shy, and limiting myself a few years back from developing new friendships. I remember my mom said once not to do that...and guess what? I had to learn the hard way. 