If I had known earlier, I would have stopped myself from loving to avoid the pain.

Is it really fair to expect all of this from me? I mean, im just one girl, one overworked girl.

I have no idea about any of this, so if there is suppost to be some hidden sign, or clue, if its not promenent enough, with my mind so cluttered with other stuff to worry about, I just might be too blind to see it.

Crazy? To you? Defenatly.

To me? Its just time to wake up and smell the roses of another day.

~xx~

Its early monday morning, the outside is dark and the rain is cold on my bare arms. I blame the weather man. Where are the angry mobs when you need them?

I walk to the bust stop, half aslep, my clothes are wrinkled and wet and I forgot to have breakfast. Everyone knows I'm not much of a morning person. I almost feel bad for my social studies teacher.

I see my friends walk down the street to my left. They were smart. They actually looked outside before chosing their attire.

My eyes met Rachels, and habitually, my head jerks back slightly, one of my many ways to say 'hello'. She similes then I see her eyes covered by her boyfriends hands. I see him whisper something into her right ear.

Nigel Uno let go of her eyes and kissed her cheek. I turn away. I want my best friend to be happy, I just wish she would go a little lighter when I'm around.

The wind blows, stringing my frizzy red hiar all around my face, a feeling I am used to. I feel something behind me, but I ignore it. I hear talking then someone brushing my hair out with their hands. I turn around. Kuki is standing there, playing with my curly locks.

She let go with one hand and waves. I smile. I can feel her braiding my hair. It feels good. The wind blows my bags back, revieling my Jade green eyes.

The bus comes to a rickety stop. I jump on and sit in the middle. Kuki abandons her boyfriend to sit by me. Wally goes to sit with another guy in the back. "Green is a good color for you" She says out of the blue. "Thanks"

Kuki has always been my friend. Rachel used to be the best friend i had, because we spent so much time together up on Moon Base. But then, she got a boyfriend, and started hanging out with him more than me. Not that I can blame her, I mean, I would be just as excited if I got a boyfriend. But Kuki stayed with me, even though she had a boyfriend.

A while ago, I had a slumber party. My best friend at the time left us to become another teen traitor. Kuki promised me then and there that she was and always would be my friend, and I believed her.

"So do you have any plans for the weekend?" I giggle. Kuki was one of those people who always knew what to do every minute. She always managed to get everything done, but nobody ever actually sees her do it. "I'm not even sure what I'm going to have for lunch today, forget the weekend." It was her turn to laugh. She always has thought that i was just so unorganized and an under-achiever. But she is oddly ok with it.

"Well, I'm going to the Rainbow Monkey balloon parade." My ears perk up. Rainbow Monkeys are my life. Kuki always seems to know just what I want, "Wana come?" She asks. "YES!" I scream and jump out of my seet. Perhaps I am a bit too loud. The whole bus is staring at me. My face turns pink. I sit back down.

The moment is lost. the bus screams to a stop. We go to our lockers. There is no teacher hounding us to hurry when there is still 10 minutes to get to clas. I open my locker. Abigail comes up to me. "I like your skirt." She tells me. I look down. A simple olive green mini skirt, no reason to attract staring, like her hat. "You changed your had." I pointed to the light blue hat purched on the top of her head.

She swivles it around, and her face tinted pink. She walked away just as fast as she came. I search my locker for the book that I know is not there. Warm hands are placed on my tense shoulders. I relax. "What do you want boy?" My accent stressed 'boy.'

"Easy, just wanted to see how my baby doll is." He put his hands up. I scowl and slam my locker. Why do we have to have most of the same classes? I ask myself.