my name is lynne kymberly ryvers, and i'm special.
i know my name is kinda weird. but it suits me because i'm weird, too. that's why nobody in this stupid school likes me. it's okay, though. i don't like them either. they're mindless sheep, all of them. they only follow trends, and haven't had a single original thought since they were born.
but i am unique. i only listen to 18th century classical music, and i've never joined a single social media site. i despise starbucks, instead, i usually curl up with a cup of loose leaf tea, watered by the tears of underpaid child slaves and handpicked by virgins under the full moon.
i read a lot, too. but only the classics: jane austen, tolstoy, or the bronte sisters. there's a huge benefit to this: when i'm stuck in any social situation, i always really big words that nobody understands, so i can establish dominance.
but there is one guy in my school who is different. he's popular and hot and also kinda mean, but that's okay because he's a bad boy. when i get past his hardened exterior, i will find a sweet and kind guy who will use me as his personal therapist to get over his childhood trauma.
his name is aspyn, and i love him.
i don't think he loves me back. he likes elle, who's popular and pretty, with her blonde hair and blue eyes. i don't think she's good enough for him, though. her tops are low cut, and her skirts are really short, so obviously she's a rude, slutty bitch.
it doesn't help that i'm kinda ugly, with brown hair and stupid green eyes and my pale alabaster skin. still, i really hope aspyn asks me to prom, even though i've only spoken to him twice, and haven't expressed any romantic interest during either of those encounters.
but all my hopes and dreams are shattered when elle asks him for a pencil during class, and he gives it to her. they're obviously in love. i go home, and cry myself to sleep.
the next day, i resolve to ignore him as much as possible. unfortunately, aspyn doesn't notice because i'd never talked to him often before either. woe is me.
the day of prom, i dress myself in a pretty floor-length gown, and i wear my hair loose and wavy. i remove my glasses, and can somehow see perfectly without them. as i walk into the hall, everyone's eyes are on me. how did we never notice her before, they ask themselves. she's so very beautiful.
when aspyn sees me, his jaw goes slack. he ignores elle, and comes straight to me. we talk for some time, and i'm awed at how smart he is, how unique he is. just like me. we were meant to be together.
later, just before i leave, elle confronts me. "aspyn loves me, not you!" she screeches. my eyes begin to burn. she probably still has that pencil, i think bitterly. i rush to the parking lot in tears. but before, i reach my car, i feel strong hands enveloping my waist. it's aspyn.
"where are you going?" he asks. then, looking at me closely, "why are you crying?"
"oh my god, you're so stupid, why can't you see that i love you?"
conveniently, it starts to rain.
"you... you love me? truly?"
i nod, unable to say anything else.
"i love you, too."
"but what about elle?" i ask, not that i really care.
"oh, elle's hot but she's basic, but you, you're special. you always have been. i'm sorry i didn't see it earlier."
he proceeds to compose an ode to the prettiness of my non-lipsticked smile, and my incomprehensible hipster quotes.
i smile giddily at him. my hair is wet from the rain, but still frames my face beautifully. my cheeks are red from the cold. i lean in and kiss him. it's a perfect kiss, with no slobber or anything, even though i've never kissed anyone before.
then my alcoholic mom informs me that she sold me to be a slave to one direction.