Quote (Molson @ Mon, 10 Aug 2009, 21:16)
so anyway right now im 19 years old. lets flash back to when i was 14 years old.
it was the 2nd to last day of school that year. Our school decided to go to the beach for a day trip, the entire school. i lived in a small town and there was only 2 grades in the school, so there was about 300 kids who went.
It was alot of fun. i swam a bit, played some cards, and just hung out with friends. Then we get back onto the bus to go back to the school. i can remember it just like yestarday.....
i sat in the back with a "friend", latter i ended up hating him, and to this day i would not mind beating the shit out of him. This girl sat in front of me, i didnt know her name, and i had never seen her before. she was new to the school and she didnt
have any friends at the start. She was just so beautiful, she sat there all alone....the entire time, and mean while i thought to myself, if i dont try to talk to her, i will end up regreting it. sure enough, being my shy self, i never said a word to her
and sure enough i regret it to this very day.
i thought about her all summer, it was my first crush. the next year i went to school with the hope of AT LEAST getting the courage to talk to her. i caught the bus to school, it arived half an hour early. me and my friends would hang out near the
back of the school. every day she would walk by there to go into school and every day i went to school swearing to my self that i would strike up a conversation with her. but sure enough the days went on, i barely passed as usual but also as
usual i had alot of fun, school was always one of my favorite parts. at the end of the year i found out her name was Sasha.
the next year i was off to high school! grade 10 was a shity year. my best friends moved away in the summer, another 2 best friends ended up moving throughout the year. i had to start hanging out with a different crowd. which i kind of regret,
but at the same time, they have become some of my best friends, but they can be such downers some times...
i never seen sasha at all that year, she was a year younger so she had to spend that year at the middle school.
grade 11 came, not the best year either, but i started hanging out with new people also. it turned out that sasha was actually in my one of my classes, computers. everyone took it because it was a simple course to pass and the teacher came out
of retirement to teach it so he didnt give a shit if you played games or talked. it was a grade 11/10 spilt. so a chance had come that i never thought would happen!! i was excited.
it took me a month to finally talk to her. i dont know why, i have been able to talk to anyone with ease since grade 10. but i just couldnt talk to her! i guess i thought about it to much.
so it turns out that that girl who had no friends on the bus is now one of the most popular kids in school. i asked some friends what they thought of her and they all said she was easily one of the top 3 hottest girls in school. it also turns out that
she become a bit of a slut. i dont really care if someone is a slut of not, i figure that sex is fuckin awesome, the same goes for summer, so i figure, if you wouldnt pass up the chance to have a summer, then why would you pass up the chance to
have sex?? so since i sat across the room from her i was never able to talk to her alot. then the day came when i got in shit from the teacher. it turned out that i couldnt fuck the dog all day and i actually had to work. so i said his class is a joke
and he told me that i could leave his class permenatly or i could either sit by sasha or this fat ass named Chris. that was easily the biggest chance i had to make a move on sasha, i would get to sit by her for 2 months! i knew i could more then likely get
a date if i sat there. she was a very nice girl, she was not shallow so i knew if she could have dated this nerdy guy, zack, that i would easily have a chance. BUT of course i chickened out for no apparent reason....i sat by chris. i regret that
decision to. more so then the first regret.
grade 12 came and i went into the trade courses. that was the best year of my life. me and 17 other guys and 1 girl in a class all year round. each and every one of them have become my friends and i hang out with them on a regular basis every
time i go back to that town.
i knew going into grade 12 i would never have a chance at getting her, that pissed me off, but i thought since i was such a fuckin pussy for not trying harder and knowing that i would end up regreting it that i didnt deserve to be with her.
grade 12 went by and then i moved out, i moved half way across the country to live in Calgary. i live with 3 of my best friends and i am having the time of my life. i get drunk at least once a week and i go to clubs and parties and its just awesome.
i never thought about her that much, i always think about her and to this day, she is the only girl i have ever liked.
in june i went back to my town, i hadnt seen my family in nearly a year. me and my roomate planned out to go camping down there, turns out it was grade weekend for the time we went down there. it suddenly turned out to go from being an
trip to the best vacation i have ever had.
me and my mom went to the grad ceremonie. there, the first time i had seen sasha in almost 2 years. she was in her grad dress, with her hair all done and make up and shit. i could not believe how good she looked, i have never seen anything
that beautiful before. i sat there for a few minutes, and i said to my self " just fuckin do it retard" so i got up, and i walked down the steps to the lower part. i lost site of her, the place was just crowded. i found my friend graham and i talked to
him and asked him how austrailia was. and we talked about that for a few minutes. i hadnt seen him in over a year so i had to talk to him. then we made plans to hang out at wet grad. then i walked away, trying to find sasha, then i seen her.
she was getting her photos taken and i walked up and just waited for her to be done. then someone taps me on the shoulder. it was one of my old teachers, she was a real bitch and i never liked her. she asked me if i had a pass. i asked "what
pass?" and she told me i needed a pass to be down on the lower section. i told her i dont have one and she told me to leave. finally through all this time i had the courage to talk to sasha and i was being told to leave. i told the teacher, Ms.Kirk,
to just let me down there. she asked me if i had any family graduating, i said yes thinking she would let me stay. then Kirk told me that she my brother was only in grade 10. she told me if i didnt lie she probably would let me stay there but i lied so
escorted me out of the bottom section. i walked around to the other side of the arena and tryed to walk in again....Ms. kirk seen what i was doing and she caught me, she told me i had to leave the ceremonie. i told her she was a fuckin bitch and
then she called security on me. the security guard who escorted me out was one of my better friends from school and i just laughed.
the next day was wet grad. a huge party that takes place up at this campsite.
i went up there not just because sasha would be there, but because its the best party you could ever go to as a teenager. 400-500 young people getting drunk as fuck and partying all night long. i got very drunk, to drunk.
i went up and hung out with my friend cody, who happened to be in the same group of people as sasha. i was just to drunk to do anything. i just stared at her, unknowning if it was actually her or not. she just stared back. then she started to
laugh and she asked me how i drank and i said, too much. i still was unsure if it was her or not. i asked her what her name was and she said "sasha" i introduced my self and she said "oh i remember you, we were in the same class back in grade
grade 10" i said "yup thats me" and then she said " remember when you stood up and smashed your head on the cupboard and cut open your head and bleed everywhere" i laughed and then her friends started to leave and she said "well it was
nice seeing you"
i came home from that trip and i was just happy that i did the very least that i set out to do in grade 9......have a conversation with her, no matter how short it was.
vouch?