how we meet

A quick interruption

Chapter 1

Dreams do Come true if you wish hard enough

How do I start this story, well I guess I could start from the beginning. But first, like

almost every good story starts with introductions. Hi, my name is Jania . I’m 17 and I love

reading. I have brown hair, kinda long but not too long. As some have told me, perfect brown eyes.

I don’t think of myself as fat or skinny, to be honest for me I don’t believe it is necessary to have

an inbetween. Some people say the people in between are thick. But little do they realize it’s the

same thing as being fat. If you ever get a chance or think you can prove me wrong then look up

the dictionary definition. In the dictionary the synonyms for thick are chunky, fat, hard, heavy, and

massive. The thing is I don't think of myself as thick either. What am I don’t know, but I’m going to

a different topic now. I’m five, five in a half and I go to Treasurly High School. I’m friends with

quite a few factions. First you have the popular kids, which I call the Regina Gerorges, because

they sometimes act like they own the school. A Lot of them think they are in charge of your hair,

clothes and the length of your hair and how it should look. Then there’s the semi popular ones,

who I call the Wannbees. I started calling them that because they want the popularity status to be

as high as the Regina George's. Which I sometimes call the Gerorges, because saying the full

name can sometimes be tiring. The Wannabees are almost as bad as the Georges. They walk

around and tell the Castys and Zestys what to do. Because they just think they're like that, they

think it’s cool. Next in line is the Zestys, they’re all the non straight ones and that's how they got

their name. The Zestys have two factions. The popular Zestys and the semi popular Zestys. They

act the same way as the Georges and Wannabees but in their own zesty way, in their own non

straight way. Then last of all there are the Castys, they are the ones that don't fit into the other

factions. Some are the quiet ones, some are the loud ones and then some are the Emo ones. Yeah

you could add factions to those, but if I’m being truly honest there is no point. There are plenty of

them, but if you look at the very end they are all outcast and that's how they got their name. I

have a whole bunch of friends in both of them so I don’t actually say I belong to a specific faction.

Moving on, I have one baby brother who is three months old and that's it for the siblings. I think

that's enough of the Introductions and lets get into the story. I lay in bed reading Sweet Peril by

Wendy Higgins, my mom is in the living room watching my baby nephew play with his toys. I am now reading this part in the book where Kaiden Rowe is about to make love to Anna. I close the

book and sit there for a second and start thinking of what it would be like for a guy to like me in

that type of way, or to like me at all. I am not pretty and skinny like all the other girls. I think back

to that one guy in third grade, his name was Lucas Walton. I liked him for as long as I can

remember. We were sitting on the carpet at school, and I was trying to keep myself from looking

at him. The teacher Mrs. Dudson was reading a book to us, I was rocking back and forth with my

backpack on, and he was behind me. About the third time rocking back and forth I fell and kissed

him. Or at least I thought I did. I was so happy, when it was time to get on the bus I could not

stop smiling. Fifth grade I wrote him a love note. I guess you could say I was in love with him, but

one day this guy named Brody Shela asked me, “How are you going to have kids? He is like ten

inches shorter than you. So, you tell me how that is going to work?” And I thought about it all day

and all night long, he was right, how would I ever have children? Yes, he would grow at some point,

but what about our relationship now? I came out of that daze and my mom was yelling for me to

get my baby brother Ty'rell. ‘’ Madelne, can you get Ty’rell for a second?’’ ‘’ Mom, I am coming.”

She does this all the time, during every school year, which is the only time I can get and read any

books. Except the ones in my room of course but have read those books at least one hundred

times. I keep him and play with him until his mother gets here, which is my sister. When she gets

here, I hand her Ty’rell and run to my room to read while I still can. When I get to my room, I

look all around and tell myself my room needs a very deep cleaning. I try to tidy up a little bit, but

it does not really help. My mom comes into my room and hands me the new iPhone fifteen. Mom,

if this is some type of joke it is not funny. These phones cost thousands and thousands of dollars.

“Oh, honey this is why we were being so hard on you.’’ We wanted to make sure you were ready,

but it has made you feel like you are not good enough. You are not even talking about school that

much anymore or any of your friends. Honey I am so sorry I did not see this sooner, please

forgive me and your father.’’ ‘’ Well, if this is not some kind of joke, thank you so much.’’ She hands

me the phone and walks away; I turn it on and just stare at it. Then I decided that it was her fault

she handed me this phone, so I am going to use this phone. I download snapchat, ticktock and

Instagram. I added all my friends and put the numbers they gave me on my phone. A notification

that someone snaps me pops up. I tap on the notification, and it opens snapchat. It is from my

best friend Ella, and it says,

Ella: You want to believe what I found out.

I text her back at once and say,

Me: What did you find out??

It takes her awhile to respond, and then she finally texts back,