STEREOTYPICAL

PART NUMBERO

SO. Guess what? I met a boy. A BOY! I met a boy. I. Met. A. Boy.

Now, see? You've missed nothing. I've told you briefly what my schedule is and you know High School is exciting and blah. But there's that one, very important, very typical element I completely skipped out on. BOYYYYYYZ.

BOYZIDYBOYZBOYZBOYZ.

Now, listen. The plan allahighschool was that I would show up, geek my little mind out and get striaght A's ( Harvard doesn't like slackerz, bitches ) maybe make a few new girlfriends here or there, but boys were SO not included. I learned like...way back'n 6th grade that a distraction as fun as a boy takes away from everything. I can't focus on diddly squat. Grades drop, parents get suspicious, i stop eating, can't sleep. Basically...Maddi+Boys=Fail. It's really easy to like boys in middle school. There's nothing bad that can happen from it except for a little "crushed" spirit at the end.

And so I took it upon my little baby mind that for at least my freshman year...I'd much rather focus on the things my hardass parents want me too. School work. Friends when I'm done with everything else. Which is cool ( no, not really ). Anyhoozle, we will call this boy Tom, though that is most definetley not his name. And Tom is bad and great and wrong and I want him to be mine nonetheless. Because is some other jock whore asks him to TOLO (Sadie Hodkins dance? Or something. I don't know what either one of those names have to do with girls asking guys ) there will be hell to pay.

LET ME START FROM THE BEGINNING:

It was the Wednesday of Spirit Week....

And everyone was dressed in "Alter-Ego" attire. Wednesdays are always half days and my parents told me that morning that I'd probably be picked up around 12:45 instead of 12:20. ( Can you totally tell I'm talking in my CSI voice right now? AW,YEE-AH.) After being complimented by some stoned up teeny-bopper, I popped in the old earbuds to save myself from anymore potential teenage nonsense. I stuffed by dirty gym clothes in my bag and made my way to the library. I walked fast, head down, music up. WITH MY HAND ON THE DOOR OF THE LIBRARY ...I felt a tap on my left shoulder. At this point, it's been about 3 weeks of High School and so the bump and grind of busy hallways isn't something I'm afraid of anymore. I ignored the tap and turned the handle. Touched, AGAIN. I put on my annoyed face and yanked out my headphones. Whhhaaaaaaat doooooo yooouuuuu waaaan-Oh. Cute boy. Hello.

"Hi," he said. " What's your name?"

I said uhhhhh like an idiot and said "Maddi."

He stuck out his hand. My thoughts were something like UH, DO GUYS SHAKE GIRLS HANDS ANYMORE? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHO TOLD YOU? IS THIS SOME 'GIVE THE NEW GIRL HERPES VIA HANDSHAKE' BULLSHIT?

I shook, completely numb and dazed. He said his name was Tom, and that it was REALLY nice to meet me. He waved and left back down the stairs. I then ran to the bathroom, washed my hands for 6 minutes and called my mother.