"I'm not stuck up.
I'm confident.
There's a big difference.

If I was stuck up
I'd be one of those
"Oh look at me, I'm so pretty"
girls
instead of just appreciating the fact that
my cinnamon skin looks good year-round
and I can hop in the shower after soccer or lacrosse,
throw on a clean sweatshirt,
sweep on some mascara,
let my hair loose from its pony,
and give any girl
a serious run for her money."

(Tanya Lee Stone, 1)

Boys, as far as high school boys go, I'm not so floundering in self-esteem issues that I need someone's arm to hang on or someone's jersey number to cheer for to be a legitimate person, like some people I know. Kim & Caroline, my best friends, have been talking about it all summer. You'd think we've been waiting our whole pathetic lives just to graduate middle school to get to Point Beach High, so we could date high school boys. I don't really have a tight as grip on my confidence as usual. I mean, this is high school. Sure I was pretty popular in middle school, but you never know how things are going to work out. I believe that 100% of high school boys, don't hold any magical keys, or anything but that's not the same as saying their all bad. Like, maybe, this one TL. I saw him across the gym before he saw me. I think he picked me because I looked right at him as if I couldn't care less. I couldn't care more. My heart was pounding, palms sweaty. Hit me like a surprise party you cross-your-heart had no idea anyone was throwing you. I never understood all that he's my other half soul mate stuff, or when people sometimes talk about having an empty space inside, or that they're missing pierces or something. But then he walked over and fit himself right into my puzzle. Oh by the way, my name is Josie.