Misunderstood
Love ♥
\Based on my life
/
.:Prologue:.
+Michelson's POV+
There we all were, together as best friends. Sitting on the soft
sand, gazing up at the sunset, the beautiful sunset. We were
actually being quiet for once, though Maricilyn, her medium-long,
white-blonde hair waving across her face tied up in a bun, was
texting like crazy, as usual, to Bethalyn, her sister. So
similar, Melissana was on Facebook, chatting with her stupid
crush. She was pretty, yes, long legs, skinny, dark brown hair,
big eyes.... but she was boy-crazy. She never stopped having
crushes, only had crushes, and never REALLY liked anyone.Maybe
someday... she'll realize her real love was always her best
friend. Mikander was just sitting there, playing with the sand,
building microscopic "sandmen"... he was crazy alright.
His dirty blonde hair was already covered in the dusty sand, all
the girls loved him at school. Actually, they were crazy for him.
We were considered THE famous "Populars", or as Meli
said it, "The Pops", at North Ridge High.
Coincidentally, our names all started with "M".
Everyone at school talked about us. "Oh my god,
Melissana's wearing the cutest jeans ever!" "OMG! I
HAVE to get Maricilyn's shorts! They are THE trend!"
"Mikander looks sooooo hot today!"
"Michelson's THE football star!" in their squeky,
creepy, high pitched voices. I hated those creepy little girl
stalkers who followed us around, by Marice thought they were
"Cute". CUTE? How were stalkers cute!? I dunno... ask
Maricilyn yourself! *BEEEEEEEEEEEEP* "Stupid phone" I
muttered aloud. It was a text. No one else, but my crazy mom. How
is your trip to Florida, sweetie? I sighed. When would she stop
calling me that!? She said it once in front of my whole class in
7th grade when I forgot my lunch box. "OH! Hi sweetie-pie!
You forgot your lunchie!" She said, LOUD, during my algebra
test. It was terrible. Could u PLZ stop calling me that? How many
times have I told you about your spelling! Calling you what? That
annoying word "Sweetie". No! It shows how much I love
my honey bun! I love you Michel : ) I love you too mom. Relieved,
she didn't give me another one of her spelling lectures by
calling me. "Spelling is very important!" She always
said. The rest was blah blah blah to me.
At least my day couldn't get any worse. The Sun was going
down, I was with my best friends, and we were all happy and
quiet.
Of course, I was wrong.
.:End Prologue:.
A/N: Hi! :) This story is for
Wattpad.com, and I posted it here to see if any one likes it?
Please comment your feedback! I REALLY would like to know what
you think! Nicknames: Mariciyln ~ Marice, Melissana ~ Meli,
Michelson ~ Michel, Mikander ~ Mikie. My username is
SunkissedSmartie on wattpad :) Please fan me!
-Melissa ♥
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