Story: Zürich (chapter 1)

Authors: smfan

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Chapter 1

Title: Beginning

[Author's notes: This is my favorite original fiction that I've written so I'm posting it here in the hope that others like it as well.]

#1- Zürich

I'm the kid everyone loves to hate. There's always something new to pick on me about and no one likes to hang out with the loser. Even other losers have more bearing than I do. I don't think my mother would like me if it wasn't her job as a mother. I know Dad doesn't. He harbors no guilt in saying that I am his biggest disappointment in life. “If you were gone, life would be perfect,” He used to say to me. I'm aware of that, but I'm just to big of a coward to kill myself. You know that story about how the loser gets the popular girl/guy to come around and fall in love?

That's a lie. Don't get braces, don't get glasses, don't get killer acne before puberty because she, or he, will not look past that and find the “inner beauty” that lies within. They might not even like you because they think that being smart is cute. It's not. It's degrading because they partner you with a moron on the soccer/baseball/swimming/track team,who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground and expect you to get an A, because, hello, it's you.

I can't believe that anyone would fall for such blatant crap. I can't even believe that I'm writing in this but I am and I need to take a moment to remember why.

“Mom, why do I have to write in this notebook? It's gay,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes at me and pats my head delicately, tousling my hair. “Your therapist thought it would be nice for you to express yourself in the journal, even if it is 'gay' sweetie.”

“I don't need a shrink,” I grumble even as I take the notebook. “Everyday, starting tomorrow, you are to write in it, be it about your day or your observations, for half an hour or longer.” She holds her own up, in garish colors just like mine, and says, “We'll do it together. Just you and me, alright?” I nod, “Alright.”

It's crap sitting across from my mother, who's happily scribbling in her notebook and I seem to slowly be printing. I write fast but this is bogus.

The one part that isn't a lie is the crush on the popular students. They're all perfect and gorgeous and sit at one table and actually have food to eat instead of the cafeteria crap that you get. They even swear perfectly. Their damns, and fucking hells are like words of love and sincerity. I've also perfected the art of swearing but on me it's coarse. Tommy Graham, the soccer fullback, is a gorgeous specimen of a male, I have to admit. Curly light brown hair, bright blue eyes, the all-American boy. His sister, Tawny, is the captain of the cheer leading squad and the female version of him. You know, minus overly-large muscles. She's slender and kind and she once helped me up when I fell (read: got pushed) down the stairs. She's got a smile to light up the whole football field.

They come for him and stay for her.

The Grahams' live across my backyard. I see them everyday, even if it's just from my window or from my tree house. It looks like all Tommy does is play soccer with all his other, less then beautiful friends who really are as stupid as they look, and he's just as stupid as they are. Unfortunately hormones don't respond to other's brain cells so I'm screwed. Well, maybe not, but I can dream.

Tawny on the other hand is sweet and waves at me whenever she sees me. I wonder if I can go over to ask if she'll tutor me in calculus. It's not that it's difficult, it just doesn't seem to look anything like math is supposed to. Unfortunately I don't have any problems or courage, so that's a no. Waving to her is all I can do.

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