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Surrender Chapter 2

“ Cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen, We’re all just playing a game in a way, trying to win at life”, I sing loudly, as I tap my hand on the dash along to the beat of the music. Continuing to sing, I look over to my mum whose already looking over to me then on to the road and It felt like I could hear her questioning the type of person she's made in her head, I smile widely in response. “You think we should bring them some pie? After dinner?” My mum asks me. “Hmmm the good ole cliche apple pie? I am 3.14 % okay with that” , as I make the *ba dum tis* noise while doing the drum movements with my hands. Laughter is the only thing consumed in this car in this moment. “Pie, would be great, Mum” I say through my breathes of laughter. The thought of meeting the boy with the brown swirls of moppy hair creates excitement and curiosity through me. “Harry” echoes through my mind, I quickly snap out of my trance and begin to tell my mother the rest of the drive about the application process I was about to start for colleges. We arrive at NorthValley Composite High, it’s only the second week of the first semester, the air still flowing with the smell of trees and warmth is radiating of the summer sun. Before exiting the vehicle, I quickly give my mother a kiss on the cheek and wish her a good day. I hop out of the vehicle and immediately text Sam to meet me by our lockers. Walking towards my lockers, I notice the same regular crowds in their same particular areas of the courtyard, with the second level above the courtyard was reserved for the quote on quote “popular kids”, quite frankly they were made of guys who think they were the shit, majority of this school's population of girls had crushes on these boys, and girls who thought they were the royalty of the school. (Stereotypical girls in teenage movies, made up of girls who easily intimidated by another girls rising popularity or the boys noticing a new girl.) Sam’s and I’s locker were on the third floor which looked over the entire courtyard, which meant when there is a commotion, guess who gets the front seat? Thats right, meeee. “Hey boo" Sam yell’s practically loud enough for the courtyard to hear, with people looking at Sam. I put in my notebooks into my locker and smile at her and say “you know I love it when you express your love for me.” With a sly wink from me, she quickly rolls her eyes and smirks with “ babe, you know it.” We quickly burst into laugher, while finishing putting our stuff into our lockers. Let me give you a description of Sam, she has long beautiful dirty blonde hair and colourful eyes that you can’t even describe, she can make a plastic bag look amazing. She's been my best friend since we were in grade 3 and honestly she knows me better than myself at times. I refer to her as my soulmate everytime, someone ask’s me about her. Today she's wearing her favourite black bomber jacket with her black vans and white ripped jeans, totally a beauty, everyone knows this in school, especially the guys know. But her heart had been taken by Justin, I liked the guy because this one of the first guy’s to actually genuinely care about Sam and didn’t she her as an object. He was one of the core people who were in the popular crowd, because of his father’s wealth and his spot on the varsity football team. Although I mentioned i’d hurt him, if he were to hurt my best friend, only a couple times… Before bells rang, while Sam and I were talking about her sleeping over at my house, I mention my new neighbours. “British accent?!?” She squeals, I am taken back by her tone and say “yeah” while trying to regain my hearing in my right ear. “Oooooo look finally a guy for you!!” I laugh at her delusion, “yup totally this total stranger is the one! Could tell by the way we looked at each other, oh wait he didn’t.” I say with sarcasm. “Besides I don't want to be into another person after Stephen..” I say slowly. (Later in the story I'll tell you) “Tara how many times do I have to tell you that it happened a while ago, and I want to see you happy, could you at least consider trying to be more open with people? You’re one of the most caring people I know, you always put others first and a person willing to see that is the one for you.” She says to me. I sigh and say "fine, fine i’ll try to come out of my shell this year, okay? She smiles and claps at my acceptance. “Your lucky, I love you” I tell her, “oh believe me babe, I know.” She says. She is quickly taken by Justin who walks her to her usual math class and she tells me she’ll see me later. As I walk towards my English class and look over the rail to look down at the courtyard and see a group of girls swooning and giggling at something or someone by the main doors, I can’t see who they are staring at but must’ve been one of the core boys on second, I disregard it and continue to walk to class. I make it into my class and sit towards the front then take out my notes from last class and wait for the class to begin, with regular kids pilling in then Madison and Lauren walk in, taking up the seat behind me. They were leaders of the clique of “royalty”, Madison mostly. I stayed focus on planning notes in my planner when I hear Madison say “I hear he’s from the United Kingdom.” I suddenly stop myself to listen, thinking about the mop head boy. “The UK? Woah thats hot” Lauren says. “I know right? I am thinking of welcoming the new boy myself, I seen him on my way to class, he was walking out of the office coming up the stairs. He is totally fine, with his curly hair of his.” she giggles with Lauren. Yup, its mop head boy, couldn’t help myself feel even more curious as to what he looked like. As Mr. Holden stands to start the class, there is a knock at the door and by instinct everyone turns to look and there he is standing beside Principal Donald, I look at his face and boy he is actually really handsome, he is wearing a white tee shirt that slightly expose his tattoos underneath and black jeans with a black string necklace of some sort around his neck. Principal says to Mr. Holden and the rest of class that “this is Harry and he’s our new student”, if someone were kind enough to show him around school that will be great!” Mr. Holden in a cheerful tone tells him, he’ll choose a student to do so afterwards but to take a sit across from me on the other side of the class. “Hope he picks me” I hear Madison say to Lauren. “Good morning class today we will be starting our partner paper for The Great Gatsby, now I hope all of you have read them over the summer because this should be thorough and I want you to understand what Gatsby was experiencing and the dynamics of the themes”, He explains to us. “To live through what that era was like, the theme between social setting and the reality of his dream.” I slowly look over to Harry and see he is already staring at me and I embarrassingly turn quickly focusing on the teacher, I felt my cheeks get hotter because I felt him to continue to stare at me. “Okay, I'll explain more after I tell you whose partnering with who, James with Sarah, Ruby & Kate, Madison…” he says slow, looking at his sheet. “Please Harry, Please Harry” I hear Madison mumble. “Connor!” He informs her, an angry sigh leaves Madison. He beings to partner the rest of the class till he says “Tara, you’ll be with Harry. Mind showing him around too? Thanks”, he tells me. I gulp and glance over at him and he doesn’t seem to notice me, like I figured. The rest of the class, he tells us more about the partner paper and my mind keeps going back to Harry. The bell rings and everyone scurries out of the class room and I rush to catch Harry in the hall. “Harry!” I say to catch his attention, he turns towards me and in a unenthusiastic tone says “yeah?”, "Um I was supposed to show you around and since we are working on the paper now, he interrupts me and says “Listen, you don't have to, that girl offered when I walked out of class and I said yes, he points behind me and I turn around and see Madison standing there looking like a gawking schoolgirl. I roll my eyes and go “okay, but when do you want to start this paper?” He swiftly moves past me while saying coldly “ I don't know, but I'll see you later.” I turn around and see both of them walking together and Madison looks behind and gives me a smile that says “HAHAHA BITCH.” I stand there wondering how do all people like them find each other its like they can sense the arrogance in each other, that makes them flock together. “Yay! Can’t wait to see him after supper tonight!!” I say to myself. (NOT) I roll my eyes and walk towards my next class but can’t help smirk at the thought of the expression on his face when he finds out we are neighbours.

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Surrender

“I always wondered what it was like to be that girl who had all the guys wanting them in every type of way. You know what I mean the girl who constantly had a guy liking them or had a guy expressing their emotions to them. Curiosity of the pining that she bewitch the guys with, like she had a certain thing about her that set her apart from anyone, they had met I guess. Now I am sorry for rambling but my name is Tara and I am the best friend to this very girl, Samantha. You are probably thinking damn she must be pretty jealous of her best friend to write this about her, to answer the question it’s a yes and a no, heres why. Yes, only because if you hadn’t experienced this then I am assuming you’re impatient like me and don't want to wait till the cliche “right moment, till a guy comes along, blah blah blah.” I just want to know what thats like because i've never had anyone like me, I am seriously questioning my personality and looks at this point. Anyways,Its not like I am hideous or anything I just haven't met anyone who would reciprocate the same feelings I gave to them. And why I said no was because she’s my best friend, I am over cheering, “go best friend, you my best friend.” She’s gorgeous like how could you not expect it, I am the type of girl to rather see other people have happiness because it makes me happy. Pretty selfless right? Choosing to watch and sacrifice to continue to see their happiness is kinda tragic really.”

My fingers linger over letters on the keyboard, the actuality of my own self realization of what I do to my myself, the part where I wrote about being selfless. I always liked writing in my journal in the mornings before school started, I keep telling myself to keep writing in my journal everyday but honestly I forget or I am too lazy too. “Tara! Are you up?” I hear my mum yell from her bedroom, down the hall. I get up from the warmth and comfort from my bed and shout “yeah! I am up.” I grab the ponytail from my hair letting my soft brown wavy hair, that I curled the night before. (Saves time in the morning) I head over to my closet and pull my favourite light washed jeans boyfriend jeans, along with a basic grey tee I got at the mall that weekend. First day of senior year and I wanted to look presentable. I do my usual makeup routine and I am done in 20 minutes. I double check that I have my phone, backpack and headphones before heading down stairs. My mum is franticly getting breakfast ready to go for me, which was only oatmeal. She always got worked up during the first day with being on time. "Dad left already?” I question with a mouthful oatmeal. Looking through a stack of documents and not looking up at me, she responds with “Yes, he left 30 minutes ago”. My dad is a doctor, he usually leaves when I leave but assuming he got called in for another emergency. I finish my bowl and clean it before putting it back in the cabinet. My mother offered to drive me to school this morning, after my car battery died last night. (Rest in peace battery) I grab my white converse as we exit the house. As I walk down my side walk, I realized new neighbours were moving in, a tanned and beautiful women was telling the movers where to place the boxes in their hands. She was around my mums age, I could tell. The sunglasses pulled back her dark brown hair from her face, showing her incredible bright, joyful smile. I quickly smile at the thought of the new neighbours. (I did not like the last ones. I'll tell you later.) I snapped out of my thoughts and gaze and immediately blush at them thinking I am weird for staring. I rush to the car. My mum gets into the driver seat as I get into the passenger seat. “New neighbours” I say excitedly. She glances over and rolls down her window. “ Yeah mum, not creepy at all,.” I say as I put my palm to my face. With a smile she says, “Look, he looks about your age.” I move forward in order to catch a sight at to whoever she was referring to. A boy with soft curly brown curls, quite frankly looks like bed head hair to me. He is wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt, tattoos is the first thing I noticed about her body. “He is covered.” I say to my mum. She shrugs her shoulders and says, “he’s not my kid”, while looking at me with a smirk. I roll my eyes and looked over again, he is carrying a box with the words “Harry’s room” written on the side. I can’t fully see any distinct features of his face. “Harry!”, you’re going to be late to our new school! I hear the women say as she places her hands on her hips. As I take time to notice her pretty light blue floral dress, I am quickly aware of their accent. A British accent? I wondered, so they are British. “I am leaving soon! The boy says. His name is Harry, I say to myself, from reading the box in his hands. He soon disappears into the house leaving his I am assuming mum outside instructing the movers again. My mum begins to reverses the vehicle while saying, “I guess we will have to meet them later this evening.” “I liked his hair” I say in response. I turn on the radio and look out the window thinking about the boy, who is going to be my next door neighbour.

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