Delilah by Jenna Lynne (early reader books txt) 📕

"Beep!!"

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Ugh! School. I am sure if you Googled the definition of it it would say, *A cruel way to torture girls who are so you say..."different"* The only people who actually like school are the cheer leading bitches. They get all the attention. I really feel bad for them, though. They aren't all that perfect. They probably hate themselves in the inside. They live by feeding on the drama. Sad, isn't it?
See I am one of the "different" girls. I have Dark Brown and Black hair, with some purple, blue, and pink underneath. If you Googled skinny emo, it would come up me. Most people think being emo is freaky. It is simply the quickest way there is for me to release my hate in myself. I mean yeahh, its a little stupid, but what can I say I am. I have never had suicidal thoughts, though. I feel people who commit suicide are cowards. Its sad to think about what a low you have to get in yourself to actually die. I mean I can't stand listening to Nirvana. I think they are great, but Kurt totally killed the love. I mean ever since I my dad died. I have never been the same.
He committed suicide. That is another reason why I hate it. I would never hurt the ones I love like that. When I was just 13 my dad cheated. When my mom found out there was always yelling. They both loved each other, but my mom was so pissed, she said she could never trust him. When I was 14 my mom decided they needed a divorce. My dad loved my mom too much, he wouldn't sign the papers. Instead he wrote a note:
Dear Beth,
I love you. I made a mistake, I was stupid. When I first met you I knew that you were the one I wanted to live forever with. I know I can't live without you, so thats why I am doing this. Tell Delilah I love her. I really didn't want to do this, but I can't live knowing i got devorced with the most beautiful woman, and it was my own damn fault.

Goodbye, I love you

Yeah, pretty sad huh? Well, I learned how to deal. I mean I cope with it in a very unhealthy way, but it works for me. I am also bulimic. Yeah, I am very effed up. Emo and suffers from Bulimia. To top it off, I am named after a freaking flower! Delilah is the most stupid name to get! I mean its cute...for a head cheerleader. Not someone who gets in fights everyday! God, why couldn't I be named Scarlette or something. Just something different than Delilah!
Anyway lets get back on track to the story. My story. The story about how I "survive" so you say school.

Chapter One

"Bringg!"

Ughh! The bell rang. First day, and I am already late, and I still need to find Mr. Elbert's room.
"Do you need help?", asked a blonde cheery girl.
"Yeah, thanks. Where is Mr. Elbert's room?", I asked, still confused why a girl like her would talk to me.
"About two doors down from the office", she replied with a giant smile, like she just saved the world.
I looked at her in confusion.
"Just go straight, you can't miss it once you see it," she replied, "Hey, do you want to sit by me at lunch?"
"Sureee," I answered in shock. "By the way my name is Delilah"
"That is a awesome name! My name is Brittany!", She said with a even bigger smile than before. "Well I have to get to class, and so do you. Bye Delilah!"
"Well she is happy", I mumbled under my breath.
After Brittany left, I walked slowly down the hall. I carefully studied the lockers, and how clean everything was. I thought to myself, Oh great! Another of these schools. I walked down the hall further and sure enough, two doors past the office. Mr. Elbert's class. The door was covered in weird stuff. It had pictures of elves, and his students. I slowly walked in.
"Why hello!", shouted Mr. Elbert. "You must be Delilah!"
"Yes", I replied. Why do teachers always do that when your new! They always have to give you happy welcome!
"Welcome to my home!", he yelled as the whole class laughed. "Go sit down by Alex."
Alex was really cute. He was scene, just like me. He had the prettiest baby blue eyes. He had longish black hair and perfect skin. He also has snake bites. When I first saw him I thought, hmmmm I wonder what it will be like making out with him.
"Hey" said Alex with a smile when I sat down.
"Hi" I shyly smiled back.
"So, your new?", he asked.
"Yeah, I got kicked out of my old school", I replied with a laugh. "I'm pretty badass!"
"Haha, what did you do?"
"I beat up the head cheerleader. Then flipped off the teacher, They pissed me off."
From that day forward, I was always excited for school. I became almost obsessed with Alex. I always wanted to know what he was doing. Him and I hung out a lot after that. I also occasionally had sleepovers with Brittany. She was always there to help me. I also occasionally hung out with her friends. I don't think they really liked me though. They always thought of me as a scary bitch. I thought of most of them as preppy bitches, so it was all good.
One day while walking with Alex home from school, we stumbled upon a forest. We saw it everyday, but I never really paid attention to it. This day was different. Today it was like Jesus had smacked me in the face and shoved me in. I really wanted to go, so I dragged Alex in.
"Why are we going in here?" Alex asked confused.
"Because it looks fun! Lets go!"
Him and I walked through this creepy arch thing. It was a cool creepy though. In the forest there was this beautiful innocent light through the canopy of the trees. It was so gorgeous. I looked at Alex through the light. Damn! I thought. He is so beautiful. After he noticed me staring, I tried to stop, but I couldn't. Before I knew it..Alex and I had a moment. It was amazing. He was just looking back at me and all of a sudden we were kissing! It lasted about 10 minutes before we realized we were actually kissing! He quickly backed away.
"Whats wrong? Did I do something wrong??" I asked extremely worried.
"No," replied Alex in a reassuring voice. "Its just, I have never kissed a girl before, and your just so beautiful. I just couldn't stop myself"
I looked at him shocked. He must of thought that I thought he was a freak, because he ran off. After he left, I don't know why, but I started crying.

Publication Date: 08-14-2011

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