The Story of Selene
Part One

Intro.
He's everywhere. Everywhere I look, all I see, hear, or think about is him. His shaggy blonde hair, his tanned skin, his gorgeous green eyes. That's Steven. I think this is what it feels like to be in love. If only he knew that I existed.

Chapter one.
The name's Selene, like the Greek goddess of the moon. People make fun of me for it sometimes, but personally, I think it's cool. I'm a sophmore in high school. I have dark brown hair that's shorter than my shoulders, and longer in the front than it is in the back. Brown eyes, and I never wear any makeup. Only eyeliner on special occasions. I'm really tall, too. One of the tallest girls in my grade. I don't really judge myself, but my best friend Eva says that I'm really pretty, but honestly, she's the one who's pretty. She's not tall, but she's not short, she's the perfect height. Her blonde hair reaches halfway down her back and it's always perfect. Neither of us are popular, mostly because I'm on the robotics team, and she used to be. Yup, she's not anymore. She moved from the amazing state of Connecticut to Tenessee because her parents decided to get back together, so they moved in with her dad about 8 months ago.  My next door neighbor, Steven, is 6 foot 2, and absolutely perfect. We've known each other for our whole lives, and we used to be best friends until middle school started. We then grew apart and barely aknowledge each other anymore. Sure, we're neighbors, and our parents are best friends, so we have to hang out more than he would like to, but it's awkward when it's just the two of us. Usually he's on the phone with his girlfriend or he's playing Xbox and he dosen't even talk to me. It bothers me because I've had a crush on this kid since 4th grade, when he kissed me after school on the bus ride home, because his friend dared him to. He's taken over my whole life, and I hate it. But what can I say, I'm in love! Ask Eva or Blake, my best guy friend since kindergarten. Blake is 5 foot 11, and an all-around amazing person. Everyone says that we're in love with each other, but honestly, we're not. We're just friends. So here we go, it's Monday morning, the day after everyone got back from Spring break.