Highschool Sweetheart

It was a frenzied dawning, I woke up and slowly opened my eyes staring up at the ceiling. I stretched my arms lazily and I did not feel like springing up from the bed but my tummy was aching, I had just a slice of pizza last night. I would have had a whole pizza but my six-year-old brother John, ate the biggest slice from my plate since I waited to finish doing my assignment before I'll eat. I'm actually used to him taking from my food. There were some sandwiches, and burritos left in the fridge but I did not have an appetite for any of it except for pizza. I complained to my mum Juliet, and to my dad Dickson, but they did not take my complaint seriously. My mum said, "oh let it be, he's just six, don't be a baby." I felt insulted, "what? I'm a baby?" And then I thought, maybe I'm actually being a baby since it's just a pizza. But it's not just nothing to me. I love having pizza, I wish they considered how I feel. Anyways, I gave up. Fighting with my baby brother would seem childish and absurd. I sprang up from my bed and I slipped into my slippers. Walking to the bathroom, I saw an irritating awful looking figure of me reflecting in the mirror. I gasped feeling so surprised, and I touched my face, I felt swollen red spots. It's actually me. "What!" I exclaimed, "what happened to my face?" I rubbed my cheeks and panicked and I recalled that last night before I went to bed, I held a new bottle of cream I bought yesterday specialized to smoothen the skin. The bottle has a tall neck and it's voluptuous. I pressed bottle, the cream flowed into my palms, and I applied it wholly on my face. I snapped out of my thoughts and I walked over to the dressing table. I picked up the bottle of cream staring at it closely. As I was slowly rolling it, I noticed the expiry date marked on the side, and I gasped that the cream was already expired a month ago. The bottle slipped off my hands, and I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. I rubbed my cheeks, "my face. My beautiful face is gone." Seeing the many red spots made me feel like drowning myself inside a pool. I felt like an ugly beast, I couldn't believe my pretty face was gone. It was 8:25 am, I heard footsteps walking inside my bedroom. I already took my bath and dressed up. I wore a pair of black pants and a pink blouse. I was in my first year in the university, Maxwell university of the USA. It's an expensive school, most rich kids were enrolled there. Juliet was approaching me, and she paused feeling stunned by the several spots on my face. "My goodness Trina, what's on your face?" I shyly bowed my head feeling bad, "is it that bad?" My mum is a straightforward lady, she is always honest. She works as a Barrister, so I knew she can not lie to my face. However, lawyers can twist the truth to favor their clients. My mum touched my shoulder softly, and I looked into her eyes. "It's really bad honey. Just what happened?" "That cream did this to me." I pointed at the floor, and my mum turned staring at the bottle lying on the floor. She picked it up and asked, "what's wrong with it?" "It's already expired." My mum gasped, "expired?" "I bought it for two thousand dollars." "You bought an expired cream for two thousand dollars?" She seemed shocked. "I didn't know it was fake!" "I'm going to sue the store right now. Come on, let's go." "No mum. Showing my face at the store would be embarrassing with everyone there staring at me. I'll just go to school, I'm already late for lectures. Bye mum, kisses." I kissed Juliet on her cheek, picked up my handbag from the table, hung it on my arm and walked away. Juliet turned to stare at me leaving. She was feeling quite bad that I was sad. I walked to the dining table, and I pulled the chair to sit down. John was munching on a huge chocolate donut. His face was smudged with splashes of chocolate. I opened my plate, and I only saw a hamburger. I felt surprised that there were no hotdogs and seeing the way John was munching on the donuts, I sensed he had a hand in it. "Did you take my hotdogs?" John laughed, "your hotdogs seemed appetizing so I couldn't help it." "But you were also served hotdogs," I argued. "Yea." I felt like pulling his ears but I restrained myself. I held the hamburger and sprang up to my feet, "I guess I will just have the hamburger." I walked out. It was 9:06 am. I arrived at Maxwell University. My chauffeur drove my car to the school's parking area and parked the car. I hesitated to open the door feeling jumpy thinking that Mandy, or that pestering McKayla, my course mates might spot me. I glanced through the window and I felt calm seeing that they were nowhere around, and I stepped out of the car and quietly shut the door wrapping my face with my cascading hair. I slowly walked out of the parking area and I spotted a young dashing tall lad walking down the hallway. I froze staring at him. His cheeks looked smooth and soft, his hair spiky and blonde. His lips were pink as rose. He has a long neck where the head sat, and I noticed an earring dangling from his ear. It was a shiny silver earring. I stood admiring him wishing that he will notice me but I wouldn't want him seeing me like this. I felt like approaching him to introduce myself or at least get his name, but I had to resist my feelings. Just staring at him from a far distance was okay. But I imagined myself hugging him. How I wished that fascination would be a reality, my first crush. Jake, that was his name. He is in his second year in high school, and he is a vocalist. He performs at a band called The Jackson Fellas with his troop of friends, Ray, Nicky, Troy, and Bruce. Jake was leaning by the stairs chatting with his bandmates. The whirlwind breezed through his hair, and he let the strands fall on his face. It made him look more charming, my cheeks were starting to ache from smiling wildly but I couldn't stop smiling.